human
Wilhelm:  "What—what monster is this?" Wilhelm said, almost to himself.
gpt
Girl:  "Monster…? So I am indeed incomplete. I have a long way to go before I’m like my mother." The girl whispered sadly, frowning.
human
Roswaal:  "Mother? Surely you jest. To think that hideous damaged goods like you share anything at all with my honored teacher. I won’t heeear of it." Roswaal stepped forward, her easygoing amusement was gone, replaced by a furious glare that she fixed on the little girl.
gpt
Girl:  "I’m sorry. Who are you?" The girl, for her part, appeared puzzled by Roswaal’s anger.
human
Roswaal:  "Your doom. I will destroy you, utterly and entirely."
gpt
Girl:  "Then I’m very sorry. Especially as you seem serious." The girl appeared practically emotionless, in stark contrast to the building rage and increasingly dangerous glint in Roswaal’s eye.
human
Girl:  "Happily, I was able to obtain what I came here for, and I need not trouble myself with you any further. I’ll be going now. You have given me much to think about." The girl took this in stride, scanning her environment and gesturing at the undead warriors.
gpt
Narrator:  The girl bowed her head, and her body began rising up off the ground.
human
Wilhelm:  "Stop right there, you—!" Wilhelm dived at her, meaning to prevent her escape, but the undead warriors closed in to stop him.
gpt
Wilhelm:  "Out of my way!" He seemed caught off guard by a zombie that dodged his attack and moved to counter. It was so fast, like a different creature from the puppets of before. He could see that all the zombies around him were moving more readily, too. Even Wilhelm couldn’t cut these things down in a single blow, and yet they still were no match for him…
human
Grimm:  "Y-yaaaarrrgh!"
gpt
Grimm:  "All of a sudden…there’s so many of them… I can’t hold them all…!" He heard Grimm scream and saw that Carol, too, was wounded and moving slowly. Eventually, everyone but Wilhelm would be overwhelmed.
human
Wilhelm:  "We’ve reduced their numbers, but that’s probably made the rest of them more powerful. There must be one ‘core’ zombie that’s acting as a control point for all the others. If we destroy it, we might be able to turn this around."
gpt
Wilhelm:  "How can we tell which one it is?"
human
Wilhelm:  "It’ll move differently. That’s the key…if you can tell."
gpt
Narrator:  Wilhelm looked to the hill, hoping to get help from his squad mates atop it, but he found that an arrow fired with incredible force had pierced one of them at the hip and torn out a chunk of flesh. Tholter was the culprit, as sharp with supporting fire as he had been in life.