human
Tinasha:  "The tower was equipped with a series of trials, be it traps or monsters. Those who beat them all and reached the top level would be granted a wish from the witch who lived there. But now that tower doesn’t exist—it never did.”
gpt
Valt:  “And was that witch me?”
human
Valt:  “It was. The Witch of the Azure Moon—the fifth witch and hailed as the strongest. That is a version of you that no longer exists. Are you surprised?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “A little, although I had some vague idea." Tinasha replied, tucking her black hair behind her ears to keep the wind from whipping it up. How had she been married to Oscar before the world was changed, despite their differing eras? Why hadn’t he ever explained it? There was only one sort of being who possessed mighty power and lived for centuries. Tinasha had remained unconvinced by that alone, however. That was why she’d frozen up when Valt said that name so abruptly the last time they spoke.
human
Valt:  Valt’s gaze dropped to the barren plain at their feet. "You built a tower in this wasteland and lived there alone. You were much stronger and colder than you are now. That’s why I rejoiced when I discovered that you hadn’t become a witch this time and that you had put yourself in a magic sleep. Come, let’s go and retrieve the other half of Eleterria. It’s time to bring all of this to an end.” Valt drew out a small white box. Both of them knew what was inside.
gpt
Tinasha:  While on guard against him, for she had no idea what he was thinking, Tinasha licked her lips. “I’m not going. Give that back.”
human
Valt:  “You’ll go, and willingly. I know how effective hostages are at swaying you.” Valt said lightly, and he snapped his fingers. The world shuddered a bit. A hint of magic drifted through the air.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha frowned. “What are you…?”
human
Valt:  “I’ve put just a bit of power into a spell. You can tell what it is, can’t you?” Valt replied, closing his eyes and looking confident.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha glared daggers at that calm, composed face and followed the faint traces of magic to their source. It went on and on, stretching far into the distance on a path that branched and forked, but finally, she grasped the complete picture. Once Tinasha understood, she was struck dumb. “That’s insane.”
human
Valt:  “Do you see? The best hostage I could take to move you would be Tuldarr itself.” Valt’s spell was an enormous magic circle linking five cities and towns in a ring, with the castle city in the center. Rigged up out of sight, it would erupt into a conflagration once triggered. The flames would then consume the lives of all inside, using them as catalysts to summon up more magic until they swirled into a firestorm that would destroy the entire country. The spell was designed to massacre on a terrifyingly large scale. A twisted expression formed on Valt’s face.