conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, look out!” I jumped to push Claire down just before a streak of darkness whizzed over her head. The darkness collided with the wall behind us, destroying—no, erasing it from existence.
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “He’s too powerful…” Claire muttered.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Everyone could see that Socrat’s magic far outstripped Claire’s Magic Ray.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That magic… You must be Claire François. You’ll be next after the girl, so wait your turn.” Socrat spared a sidelong glance for us as he continued his deadly advance toward the pope.
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Your Highness!” I yelled. “St-stop right there!”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Standing before the pope was Yu. The other soldiers had completely lost their will to fight.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Icicle Blade!” Yu’s sword took on a chilly glow.
conversations.prefix: Yu:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  As I once explained, Yu’s nickname was the Prince of Ice—although, I supposed Princess of Ice would probably be more appropriate now. Her wimple fluttered in the air as she closed the distance and sliced at Socrat’s front leg.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Nngh? !” The blade couldn’t penetrate his carapace, inflicting only a superficial wound. Socrat kept moving, about to trample Yu.
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Socrat?! What of our agreement? !” Riche shrieked.
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The leg about to crush Yu halted.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ah, indeed. I shall honor the agreement and overlook this one. Now, be gone.” With a swing of his leg, Socrat sent Yu flying through the air.
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Lilly bolted forward and caught her. “Uhh…”
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Stay with me, Lady Yu!” Lilly began to heal her, but Yu’s wounds weren’t minor.
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  We’d exhausted nearly everything we had, yet not one attack had done meaningful damage to Socrat, who stood mere steps from the pope. We watched in horror, thinking all hope lost. But it wasn’t over yet.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Did you really think I’d let you do as you please, demon?” Unsheathing her two swords, the woman sneered like a wild beast eyeing its prey. Empress Dorothea—bearer of the title Sword God—now stood in Socrat’s path.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea: