human
Valga:  "To think, this may be our greatest opportunity since this war began, and—!”
gpt
Libre:  “Isn’t it enough that you’re here? Or couldn’t this undead warrior act the part you have in mind?”
human
Valga:  “…No. It’s not enough. I don’t have the facility to stand at the head of our allies. And no empty corpse is going to be able to muster the charisma of Libre’s leadership!” He glares at the undead Libre, then puts his thick palms to his face. The strategy at Aihiya Swamp had gone exactly according to plan, a major blow against the royal army. This should have been an opportunity to decimate a broken enemy, but Libre’s death in battle was completely outside Valga’s calculations. As much as he hated to admit it, Valga knew that Libre’s influence on the Demi-human Alliance was even greater than his own. Sphinx had at least succeeded in collecting the body and reanimating it as an undead warrior, but no spell, no matter how unholy, would truly bring Libre back.
gpt
Sphinx:  “Though the flesh is revived, the soul does not reside within it. Reconstructing the Sacrament of the Immortal King is difficult indeed.”
human
Valga:  “How to continue the civil war without Libre…? We don’t have many options left.”
gpt
Sphinx:  “But we have some…?” She narrowed her eyes.
human
Valga:  He gave a deep nod, having considered the possibility that he or Libre might not survive this war. He had hoped Libre might outlast him, but it had been the serpent who went first—such was their fate. Now I can do what I could never have done with Libre here.
gpt
Valga:  “He hated the thought of the world gone to hell. He would have stopped me, possibly by force, from sending this world somewhere even lower.”
human
Sphinx:  “And what is it that you wish from me in this hell?”
gpt
Valga:  “I will open the gates of the netherworld and comfort the souls of our departed comrades with the humans’ screams and death rattles. And you yourself will lead the way. All the kingdom’s warriors shall be burned to ash in the flames of my wrath!” The anger blazed within him; it never faded and never would. Every provocation would feed it until it razed everything to the ground. The flames would never be quenched. This, if nothing else, Valga knew to be true.
human
Valga:  “Libre is gone and I remain. Consider it testament to my undying rage.” He began a terrifying set of calculations of what would become the fuel for the flames. It was the beginning of the most crucial battle in the whole of the Demi-human War.
gpt
Sphinx:  “…This requires observation.” And it was the beginning of the end that would settle the doom of many, including the witch Sphinx.