[The First Candidate to make it out wasn't you in the end.]
"BWAHA! Really? You mean someone got to the end before me?" A beefy man asked.
It wasn't clear whether he was one or not, but he looked like one at least.
Bald, tall, and muscular.
"These guys should be the last between me and the Final Guardian, right?"
[Yes, they are.]
"Good."
The Weapon Master stepped forward.
Greed and Gluttony.
***
[I can't believe this.]
"What is it?"
[I'm so, so sorry.]
"What? Whyyy?"
[I failed you.]
[You're my Candidate and I completely failed you.]
"How so? Come on, explain. You're stressing me out!"
[Someone else left their Dungeon first.]
[I didn't advise you well enough.]
"Oh... That's it? Don't do that to me!"
[I'm sorry.]
[My Pride as a General has been tainted permanently.]
"You're being sooo dramatic."
[I failed you.]
