human
Garfiel:  An enormous explosion blew out the windows, spewing fire hot enough to melt glass. The source was a black dragon sticking halfway out of the building, its wings covered in blood as they flapped. —That black dragon had to be the loathsome Archbishop of Lust. “General…!” As Garfiel called out to the person who was supposed to be fighting the dragon, the strength he had put into his clenched fangs started slipping away. For a split second, the charred black corpse of his friend appeared in his mind, and his heart leaped into his throat. And because of that, he was slow to react to the violent change that came immediately afterward.
gpt
Garfiel:  “” Far in the distance, an ear-shattering roar erupted near the city’s walls. The sound of something enormous groaning echoed throughout the city as a fearsome harbinger of what was to come.
human
Garfiel:  Something colossal was approaching the city center, drawing closer to city hall, preceded by a growing tremor running through the ground. When he felt the vibrations beneath him becoming more intense, it set off alarms in Garfiel’s head. “C’mon now, this ain’t even funny……”
gpt
Ricardo:  Ricardo’s face stiffened beside him. Even someone as brave and fearless in combat as he grew hoarse when faced with something so implacable. It was only natural, though. Because the tremors they were feeling and the deafening boom they had heard were actually—
human
Wilhelm:  “—Sir Garfiel! Sir Ricardo! Get to high ground!” A sharp voice broke through the mental freeze that had held Garfiel. The warning came from the Sword Devil, the old man who had been trading blows nearby with the longsword-wielding cultist for the past two minutes. After crossing blades with his opponent one last time, Wilhelm quickly put some distance between them as he prepared to heed his own warning. But even leaping straight up, Wilhelm was unable to clear the gargantuan wave crashing toward them.