gpt
Emilia:  "—Someone’s handprints?" Emilia murmured this as she stood in front of the central pillar. Her purple eyes widened as she looked at the six handprints pressed into the surface of the monolith. They were all different sizes. She didn’t know whose they were. But if they intentionally left their handprints together like that, then they must have been friends and connected with this tower somehow…
human
Emilia:  "? Wait, this is…" As she thought that, Emilia felt something off about one of the handprints. The one closest to the edge—and the one next to it that was a similar size. Those two were clearly smaller than the others. She guessed they were women’s hands. And the one that caught her attention was…
gpt
Emilia:  "This is…my handprint…?" Furrowing her brow, she looked down at her own right hand. It didn’t make sense, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. One of the handprints on the monolith looked like hers.
human
Emilia:  Inhaling, Emilia faced the monolith. And to answer the question in her head, she reached out her right hand…
gpt
Volcanica:  "—Thou who hath reached the tower’s peak, petitioner of omnipotence who treads upon the first floor."
human
Emilia:  "—Whah?! It’s back!" Just before she could touch the monolith, a stern voice fell down on Emilia from above. Looking up, she could see Volcanica’s wings were flapping as the dragon descended to the highest floor.
gpt
Emilia:  Turning away from the monolith, Emilia faced the Holy Dragon again. It had been rough climbing up the pillar, but if things continued here, it would be difficult. The top floor was smaller than the first floor, and it would be hard to move around.
human
Emilia:  "And it would be really bad if the monolith was broken…" The handprint felt familiar, but it also seemed likely to be related to the examination. Emilia readied herself to protect it to the last.
gpt
Volcanica:  Its mouth opened to unleash a breath that would leave everything in cinders—"…Why art thou here?"
human
Emilia:  "Eh?" —However, what fell upon her wasn’t a fiery breath, but a question. It was so unexpected that Emilia was taken by surprise. Because it wasn’t the same thing Volcanica had been repeating ever since she’d reached the first floor. It was a question brought forth from the Holy Dragon’s own mind.
gpt
Emilia:  "Have you come to your senses? Then can you talk about other things? There’s a lot I want to talk about!"