"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."
