Inside a vast, underground stone chamber with a high ceiling, slow footsteps sounded.
"Lord Dweezel, welcome to the Hawkins Soul Research Facility. We've been expecting you." said a bespectacled, brown-haired man with a scholarly physique and a lazy but eerie grin on his face.
"Aghanim, have you completed the task I gave you?" Dweezel asked in a cold tone, seemingly dissatisfied with his research facility's head researcher, Aghanim Grull.
The golden sun hero's dissatisfaction wasn't unfounded, as the head researcher was, although undoubtedly talented, a bit lazy.
"Uh…" Aghanim hesitated, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "W-Well, I've already resolved the final issue with the soul weapons. You'll just need to wait two more weeks for the facility to be ready for mass production,"
Upon hearing the head researcher's reply, Dweezel fumed inwardly.
