human
Libre:  “What in the—!”
gpt
Libre:  “You were all much too worried about magic circles. Carefully getting rid of them one by one. Suppose someone knew you would do just that? Wouldn’t it only be logical to make it the crux of a trap?”
human
Wilhelm:  “Magic circles? How—?”
gpt
Libre:  “Magic circles work by imbuing the circles with meaning and then running magical power through them. You’re terrified of the effects they might have—but these circles were active from the beginning.” Libre’s voice grated against Wilhelm’s eardrums. His limbs were heavy, as though he’d jumped into a pool of water fully clothed, and he was even finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t just him; everyone around him seemed to be experiencing the same thing. But Libre showed no sign of being affected.
human
Libre:  “Those magic circles had power stored up in them. And you destroyed every last one! You released the energy in them, allowing it to charge up the hidden, true magic circle—and you see the result.”
gpt
Pivot:  “Why all the games…? Why not just start with the…true circle?” Pivot asked, his voice straining.
human
Libre:  “Would you ever have come anywhere near the swamp if it had a gigantic spell trigger on it? Instead, we left you a little trail of bread crumbs to follow. And think of the future. When you see a magic circle on some other battlefield, you’ll have to wonder—to destroy it or not?”
gpt
Libre:  Libre looked up. The others followed his gaze to find a reddish-purple sky above them. The strange color extended all over the battlefield—most likely marking the magic circle’s area of effect. In other words…
human
Libre:  “I always believed humans and demi-humans were divided only by their appearance and their blood. Now I see that that’s more than enough to split the world in two.” He paused meaningfully. “We will push back against you, beginning now. You’ll see.”