human
Carol:  “A magic circle on a living body? !” Carol exclaimed. “What kind of spell is this? !”
gpt
Valga:  “I told you,” Valga said gravely. “You humans pray to your dragon. I will pray to my ancestors and my fellow demi-humans.” The spell began to take effect on his aged flesh, and as the glow intensified, Valga pulled something out of a pouch—a small box.
human
Valga:  “O bones of my forefathers, testament to the days when the giants were truly feared…!”
gpt
Sphinx:  “The Sacrament of the Immortal King cannot construct an undead warrior from a pile of bones,” Sphinx said. “But with a living descendent who shares the same blood and a tremendous amount of mana, things are different.”
human
Wilhelm:  “You think you’re going to bring back the old giants using the body of Valga Cromwell? !” Wilhelm said.
gpt
Valga:  “The pride and the anger of the demi-humans you shall see with your eyes, feel with your flesh, and carve into your souls, damnable humans!” Valga shouted, and then he shoved the bones into his own chest. Immediately, Sphinx’s ritual, amplified by the magic circle drawn on his body, did its awful work.
human
Valga:  “Hrrraahh— Ahhhh— Ahhhhhhhh!” Valga’s howling voice got louder and louder, and the body it came from grew larger and larger. His lungs expanded as his body swelled to twice its original size, then twice again. Seconds later, the light of the spell faded.
gpt
Carol:  “Is—is this what the giants used to be? You’re nothing but a monster…!” Carol's trembling voice filled the chapel as she stared up at the looming form. Her words carried no small amount of terror.