human
Lanak:  His humming voice was low and pleasant to listen to. It was the voice that had often been her lullaby. His presence gave her the strength to bear her empty childhood. So long as that boy was with her, she could survive being driven into a detached wing of the castle for her studies. It was a sweet voice, one that promised protection.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha closed her eyes and followed the magic that was being drawn out of her. She felt the enormous spell Lanak was weaving. Once it was completed, everything would change. The spell he was chanting was the beginning of the end. What she wanted lay just ahead.
human
Lanak:  The sight of his demolished homeland didn’t inspire any longing nostalgia in Lanak. In the Dark Age, the Magic Empire spanned a large territory, yet was also impenetrable by other countries. The king at its head commanded multiple high-ranking demons, any one of which could decimate an army. Lanak had once believed in the future that ancient Tuldarr envisioned. He had vowed to see it done. All those feelings for his nation had died out at some point, however. Perhaps they’d vanished when he realized he was not to be chosen as ruler, or perhaps it was when Tuldarr fell. Even Lanak couldn’t remember anymore. A long sleep had worn his heart and mind thin. Even his very surroundings felt veiled and unreal as he sat on his throne. His one grip on reality remained the warmth he could feel coming off the witch he was clutching. He steadied his breathing and carefully wove together the words of the spell. "Silence drifting on a sea of grief. Countless outstretched hands choose me. Neither morning nor night. Their eyes are everywhere." Borrowing from Tinasha’s inexhaustible wellspring of magic, Lanak crafted the spell by tying together strands of her power. As small spells threaded together, the creation turned massive. At the same time, he reached out across the continent toward the five magical lakes, grasping and linking them. The growing spell sucked up even more magic from the lakes and urged them into harmony with one another. Quickly, Lanak’s conjuration began to extend out to every coast. Huge amounts of force pulsed and coursed, and winds began to eddy and swirl very slowly in the ruins. Amid the growing storms, Lanak’s voice crackled like thunder. "I command the first lake that was born. I am the one who defines. I command you under the name Compassion, which brought you into being. Your location shall be daybreak."