"That’s why I’m asking you, oh beloved scientist. Help me. I’m quite confident about my body after several observations... and I’m sure you can find something worth capitalizing upon."
Aziel said, his tone almost careless as he gestured for the scientist to scan his new, blinding form.
The bright luminance from his body reflected across the metal walls, cutting through the lab’s dim blue haze like molten threads of light.
"I was told by someone from the investigation team," he continued, his words carrying a quiet certainty.
"That my body is apparently... rare. Special, even. Don’t you think something’s missing?"
The man’s gaze lingered on him, silent, thoughtful.
For a long stretch of seconds, Alkroz didn’t speak, his eyes tracing every subtle movement, every shimmer across Aziel’s frame.
Then, almost as if something deep within him snapped into place, he spoke, his voice caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.
"Wait... your body—it doesn’t flicker."
He blinked rapidly, the realization clawing its way through his mind.
"I didn’t notice it before. It’s so natural to see everyone flicker here—it’s like breathing—but you... you don’t. Not once. And it’s not like you could’ve gotten a vessel this soon, no... even with one, it shouldn’t be possible."
Aziel’s gaze drifted downward for a moment, thoughts stirring behind his calm expression.
He wondered if it was wise to let Alkroz voice such things aloud, especially with unseen ears possibly listening, but then reasoned that the man knew this world far better than he did.
If there were things best left unsaid, Alkroz would know where the line was.
"Exactly," Aziel finally said, his tone low and teasing.
"It doesn’t. And since the beginning, it hasn’t—never, not even once."
His fingers brushed lightly over the desk, tracing unseen patterns.
"I wonder if I could use that to my advantage somehow."
He paused, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"And yeah... I can perform those little tricks too."
"What type of tricks are you talking about, exactly?"
Alkroz asked, leaning slightly forward, eyes narrowing in curiosity.
"You know... when the environment begins to ripple and the light bends wrong, that’s when I move best.
And energy’s a restless thing — give it a direction, or it’ll find one for you."
Aziel’s eyes scanned Alkroz carefully, watching for the slightest sign that he understood the notion.
He let the words hang for a moment.
"You know what’s the best thing... if I time it right, even the air doesn’t resist."
Alkroz nodded subtly, as if weighing the words before speaking.
"Not enough. That’s far from enough. You see, to truly make or break a society, you can’t just overpower it physically—you need to unravel it from within.
Divide their ideologies, pit factions against each other, let them fight among themselves until their unity crumbles.
Only then can someone or something step into the void and impose a new order. A new ideological figure. Right now, with the chaos, loyalties shaky, the chance of success is low, but it’s never zero.
There’s always a thread, no matter how thin. You can trace that thread, exploit it, and try. At the very least, we can see how far we can stretch it before it snaps."
"I see. So basically, you mean it’s achievable. As long as it’s not impossible, it’s achievable. I can do that, but, you know, not obviously alone.
At least I would need the trigger point or something like that."
Alkroz gazed at the paper, as if seeing through it, then replied.
"Don’t you think you are too full of yourself? Anyway, before i answer, tell me, why are you even trying to conquer it? Any specific reason?" Content orıginally comes from novęlfire.net
"Like you said, I can’t stay forever. And I really kind of miss that familiar scent. What if I told you someone promised me that we would return to the where we belonged once I conquer it, or at the very least, something bad might happen. For us, obviously."
Alkroz’s eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the words, then wrote on the paper.
’Return to the our world... hmm," he murmured, almost to himself. Then, with a sharp tilt of his head, he wrote.
Promises are dangerous. Especially from beings you barely understand. And what makes you think they’ll honor it? Plasmas aren’t exactly known for keeping bargains.
Aziel leaned forward slightly, eyes sharp, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
It wasn’t a plasma who promised me that.
It was a stranger... but a stranger I found trustable. Trustable enough that, if he said something ridiculous, I would believe him.
Alkroz’s gaze lingered on the words for a moment before a low, almost amused breath escaped him.
"Trustable and stranger, you know..." he began, setting the pen aside, "...for some odd reason, those words don’t sit right with me. They never should, at least not for a sane person."
He leaned back slightly, the faint flicker of thought crossing his eyes.
"Strangers rarely give guarantees without strings attached."
He turned the page over, the edge of his mouth twitching into something between a smirk and a sigh.
"Nontheless, we’ll continue this conversation later. For now," he paused, as if weighing the thought before committing to it, "there’s someone I would like you to meet."
Aziel’s brows furrowed slightly at that, the corner of his lips tilting in faint intrigue.
Alkroz nodded, pushing himself away from the desk with a smooth motion. "Let’s just say, you won’t regret this meeting," he said, voice carrying that calm conviction.
"Or maybe... you’ll regret not being prepared for it. Either way, you’ll see why I made the decision."
His gaze drifted to the door, the same one through which both Aziel and Frickon had barged in before, and for a brief moment it lingered there.
Then, almost imperceptibly, he twisted his wrist, checking the time on a slim watch.
Outside, a faint sound halted abruptly, as if someone had stopped right before the door.
Meanwhile, Aziel’s gaze kept locked on the metallic watch, as he realized that he could bear the luxury of keeping track of time once again.
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