human
Grimm:  He couldn’t have counted them all if he had used both hands and all his toes. The field was brimming with power beyond human understanding, and it would soon destroy a royal army that had foolishly let itself be enveloped. A scorching wind, the rumbling of the earth, and the dying voices that rose up into the red sky
gpt
Grimm:  “Is this…what came of my choice?”
human
Grimm:  Behind him, the sword devil was creating mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. In front of him, the screams and wails of the friends he had abandoned sounded like curses. Grimm found that he had fallen to his knees with both hands over his face and was weeping piteously.
gpt
Grimm:  “I’m s-sor— Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…!”
human
Grimm:  The battle ended, the royal army well and truly shattered, until a friendly force came to collect them. Grimm sobbed and apologized, and the sword devil fought and howled with joy. Grimm’s squadron, including Tholter Weasily, didn’t come back.