human
Narrator:  Lanak turned tail and ran through the ruins of the country he’d destroyed, panting all the while. Gradually, the tumult grew distant. He tried to teleport away but found concentration extremely difficult. Whether it was due to exhaustion from the spell he’d created using Tinasha as a catalyst or more deep-set damage from his long stasis was anyone’s guess. Either way, his body’s magic was in tatters. Lanak growled, the taste of fresh blood in his mouth.
gpt
Lanak:  "Aeti… Aeterna…" All he did was repeat her name. It was impossible to say now whether the word was spiked with hatred or something else entirely. Over and over, Lanak repeated the name, as if calling it was the only thing still anchoring him in this world. A cloud of sand rolled by and engulfed the pale man.
human
Narrator:  Suddenly, Lanak’s surroundings grew terribly dark. He looked up to see a red dragon circling overhead. After catching sight of Lanak, the great beast started into a descent. A man leaped off its back. Amid the grit, Lanak spied a double-edged sword that’d been polished to a mirrorlike sheen. He knew it well; the weapon was the only one of its kind in all the land. The man who’d leaped from the dragon was blocking Lanak’s way. Doing his best to remain calm, Lanak called,
gpt
Lanak:  "Hello. We meet again, I see. I believe the outcome of our little skirmish is already decided, so what are you here for?"
human
Oscar:  "Oh, nothing. I just had something to ask you." Oscar replied, readjusting his grip on Akashia’s hilt. His handsome features were emotionless, but an angry fire burned in his eyes.
gpt
Lanak:  "What could you possibly want from me?"