conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "The moment after you learned magic doesn’t affect her, you mercilessly attacked while she was in range… You’re bold, Rae Taylor."
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Socrat regenerated for a third time, smaller again. "Oh, dear… I imagine I could handle the empress alone, but dealing with Claire François and Rae Taylor alongside the Saint and the pope is a bit much for me." He hesitated for a moment—or at least, he pretended to. "Ahh, but of course! Let’s see how well you can deal with this." I sensed a surge of magic power as his body unnaturally swelled. He looked like a balloon on the brink of bursting.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You’re going to self-destruct?!"
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conversations.value:  His laugh creaked and echoed through the hall. "Well, I won’t die. But everything within two hundred feet of my body will be wiped from this earth."
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  He’s serious! "Miss Claire, get behind me!"
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "But the others!"
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Quickly!" I raised multiple layers of tungsten carbide barriers and pushed Claire down behind them. What followed was a roar louder than the eruption of Mt. Sassal. When I next opened my eyes, I was greeted with a gruesome sight. The meeting hall was nowhere to be seen, wiped off the face of the earth as Socrat had claimed. Socrat himself was gone, presumably having fled. Not a single one of us had come out unscathed. If there was a silver lining, it was that the pope, Misha, and Claire had each respectively been protected by Dorothea, Lilly, and me—so at least the main constituents of the conference were not severely injured. However…
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