human
Doan:  Perched from a high vantage point, Doan beheld the incredible display and muttered, “Could that be Tuldarr’s…? Wait, twelve? All of them? She can’t be serious.”
gpt
Oscar:  Brandishing Akashia against multiple demons, Oscar slashed apart the torso of a lizardman who leaped at him. He snapped the weapon to shake blood from its blade, then looked over his shoulder. “Has enough time passed yet? What are you gonna show us?”
human
Tinasha:  Paused in her chanting and began to issue some sort of decree. Her voice rang out sonorously across the battlefield. “Appear, spirits bound to Tuldarr by an ancient contract! My name is Tinasha As Meyer Ur Aeterna Tuldarr! I am your regent, and by this proclamation, you are defined… Come to me!” All was lost to a blinding explosion of white. A violent torrent of power came rolling in. Sandy winds buffeted those still standing. The air changed. A stream of alternating hot and cold winds rushed in. When the dust settled—Tuldarr’s twelve hereditary spirits had appeared.
gpt
Demon_1:  One of them, a man with vermilion hair, said in a leisurely tone, “It’s been so, so long since I last made myself known.”
human
Demon_2:  “Oh? I hadn’t gotten enough sleep yet…”
gpt
Demon_3:  “Hey, the country’s in ruins.”
human
Demon_4:  “Well, anything humans create is fragile.” As the demons started to chat with one other, the humans all around gaped in shock. Some of the demons looked elderly, while others appeared as young men and women. One or two even resembled children. Whatever their appearance, it was clear that none were truly human. Their deep crimson hair and aloof, intimidating airs betrayed their true natures.