gpt
Valga:  The place was filled with the stench of rot and blood. Valga frowned at the stomach-turning odor as he entered the little building. But though his old face might have been frowning, he would not turn away from any of this. All the tragedies he witnessed were the result of his own decision. It would be unthinkable not to look.
human
Valga:  “…Sphinx. How’s your progress?” He didn’t even greet the small, hunched figure before flinging out his question. The robed girl stood up when he spoke, wiped her face with the blood-stained fabric, and turned around.
gpt
Sphinx:  “It will require ongoing observation. One thing I have concluded, though, is that it doesn’t smell nice. It may indeed be too much for me, as the incomplete creation of my mother, to reconstruct a spell missing its most crucial element.”
human
Valga:  “Awful lot of whining for a so-called witch… I’m sorry. I’m just angry.” He let out a long sigh and looked past the girl, Sphinx. Standing behind her was a snake-man covered in green scales—what was once Libre Fermi.
gpt
Valga:  “So there’s nothing left of you. It’s a real pity, Libre.” Once the strongest warrior among the demi-humans, the light of life was gone from Libre’s eyes. Yet he still stood and fought at the behest of the witch—the result of a spell that could cause the dead to move. But he was an undead warrior now, capable of following only simple commands. He could no longer fulfill Libre’s role.
human
Valga:  “So many of our fellows have surfaced after our victory at Aihiya. And the blow we dealt to the humans was severe.