Voice booms from the heavens, 'Foolish mortal, So you claim the leadership of
the Guild.'
Voice booms from the heavens, 'Very well, The saints will value your worth.'
A magical white mist takes over you, fading slightly away.
Higher forces probe your mind.
Ethereal face of a saint appears before you, closely examining your soul.
You hear silent muttering from the heavens.....

Celestial fanfare echoes from the heights, Judgement is near.
Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin your level
is slightly weak'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin, purity of
thy heart is rudimentary'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin, your
performance with tasks is slightly weak'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin your
experience with holy spells is rudimentary'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin your turn
count is inept'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin your
biggest turn is inept'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Compared to Guildleader Sister Resin, your
achievements with saint restoration is inept'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Our final judgement is that compared to
Guildleader Sister Resin, you are rudimentary'

Voice booms from the heavens, 'Tho art not accepted as Guildleader, now
begone, mortal'