human
Tinasha:  For a while, she lingered in a hazy dream, but she blinked her eyes open once she realized that the air around was suddenly different. The pair were in a dim, cavernous room. It felt cool, and Lanak’s echoing footsteps were the only sound.
gpt
Tinasha:  After noticing that Lanak was carrying her up some stone steps, she murmured, “Is this the cathedral?”
human
Lanak:  “Ah, are you awake? Your magical resistance is strong, so of course you woke up.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Magical resistance…” Lanak was talking as if he’d used magic to put her to sleep. The alabaster man climbed the stone steps. At the top was a ceremonial altar, with rays of moonlight streaming in from a skylight onto the chilly platform made of pale stone.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha finally noticed the figures all around them. Countless mages in robes, faces shadowed by hoods, were clustered around the altar in silence. “…Lanak? Who are these people?”
gpt
Lanak:  He didn’t answer her. Smiling limpidly…he placed her down onto the cold altar. When she tried to get up, he pressed her shoulders back down against the carven slab. “Stay still, Aeti.” He said and took something from a recess in the dais. Rays of moonlight caught something white.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha saw it, but she couldn’t comprehend what it was. She just lay there on her back as if frozen, staring at the dagger Lanak was holding. “Lanak…?”
gpt
Tinasha:  The blade plunged down. The tip pierced her belly.