human
Emilia:  She fell, wasting all the effort she had put into climbing so high—until she stopped. "Kyah!"
gpt
Emilia:  Emilia should have dropped tens of yards, given how far she had climbed. However, her bottom landed on something much sooner than she expected. Reaching down, her hand felt something rugged and hard… "Did…?"
human
Volcanica:  "—Thou who hath reached the tower’s peak, petitioner of omnipotence who treads upon the first floor." Emilia heard the voice from extremely close as the high-altitude breeze whipped at her face, and she felt the surface she was sitting on.
gpt
Emilia:  Emilia finally realized what had happened. She had fallen onto Holy Dragon Volcanica’s back. "—Gah! This isn’t the time to doze off! If I’m here, then—"
human
Emilia:  She could use Volcanica as a launchpad to grab back on to the pillar. That idea quickly came to Emilia, but just as quickly, she realized that would be easier said than done. Volcanica flapped its wings and began to ascend while simultaneously twisting its body to shake her off. "—Uh, ughhhhh!"
gpt
Emilia:  Enduring the powerful wind buffeting her, Emilia desperately clung to the dragon’s back. It was a gale unlike any she had experienced before—she was clinging to scales that were each large and sturdy, like boulders, but she couldn’t hold on long. "—If I fall, I won’t be able to see Subaru and the others again." If she wasn’t careful opening her mouth, the rushing wind threatened to tear at her lungs. She put her head down, gritted her teeth, and, behind closed eyes, Emilia thought of all the people who were precious to her. It was almost like she was preparing mentally to face death. But that wasn’t it. When people were on the verge of crumbling under the pressure of fear or unease, they often closed their eyes. But when she did that, the people Emilia saw internally all faced forward, even—and especially—in moments like this. In moments like this, they didn’t shut themselves off from the world. She had to open her eyes. To reach, to take someone’s hand and… "—That weirdo."
human
Emilia:  Up, down, left, right. Everything everywhere was blue. The reason for that was partly because she was high up in the sky, above the clouds, but also because the Holy Dragon she was clinging to had dazzling blue scales. Everything else was moving past so fast that even with Emilia’s high visual acuity that could see the seams on a thrown ball, she couldn’t track the world passing by her. And so what Emilia’s consciousness latched on to wasn’t the blue world outside.
gpt
Volcanica:  "—I am Volcanica. By ancient oath, I ask thy will."
human
Emilia:  It was Volcanica, twisting and turning its body as it flew. It seemed that the spot Emilia was clinging to was near the base of one of Volcanica’s wings. Strangely, the dragon wasn’t moving its wings that much. Birds and insects flapped their wings so much to fly, but the way a dragon flew was apparently very different.