Rasaka : The Son Devoid of Light

"Sir, should we leave while he's distracted?" A soldier asked. 

Doctor Michaels leaned back into his chair and put on a thoughtful expression as he watched the ensuing conflict on the monitor. 

As he expected, Vlar was already beginning to get back to his feet, and he was seemingly no worse for wear. 

The Doctor was a true fan of his craft, as well as a perfectionist. 

So naturally, there was no way that he would miss the opportunity to see how his best creation stacked up against the world's most powerful blessed. 

"No... we're going to sit right here and watch the show." 

Now, everyone on the bridge other than the good doctor looked incredibly nervous.

"...Fine, keep the thrusters warm so that we can make a swift exit if needed." He conceded.

"Yes sir!"

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It took Vlar no longer than a couple of seconds to get back to his feet.