Seeing as the academy tagged him dangerous and the government officials deemed him unstable.
Lys left the academy where he felt he was not needed knowing he had gained little knowledge on how he could control his energy.
"Where is Valerius" Lys asked
"He went to the GAPA when you entered the academy" Elda explained
"Scoff we have arrived " Nyra said
Seeing the GAPA Unit in front of them .
"Let's move" he said,
Meanwhile
The GAPA headquarters had received and alarm
An Eclipse
Tier 1
In an Urban zone in the city.
ECLIPSE MANIFESTATION — URBAN ZONE
CLASS: UNSTABLE
WARDEN RESPONSE: FAILED
GAPA's emblem filled it.
Director Havel appeared, composed as ever.
"Lys Arken," he said. "This situation does not concern you."
Lys stepped closer. "Then why am I seeing it?"
"Because you're being informed," Havel replied. "Not deployed."
Lys Arken had been deployed.
Lys felt it before he saw it.
The pull.
That familiar wrongness—like reality being gently peeled open.
His claws surfaced instinctively, talons scraping stone as his tail curved into view behind him, coiling with predatory tension. His teeth sharpened, breath steaming faint green as power gathered unbidden in his chest.
"Containment teams, hold position—" a voice crackled over the speakers.
Too late.
The Eclipse emerged.
Humanoid in outline, but wrong in execution—its body fractured into overlapping silhouettes, each a half-second out of sync. Void sigils rotated through its torso, grinding space as it stepped forward.
The ground around it aged and cracked simultaneously.
Students screamed and scattered.
GAPA drones descended instantly, red lenses locking onto Lys.
TARGET IDENTIFIED.
DO NOT ENGAGE.
AWAIT WARDEN DEPLOYMENT.
Lys didn't move.
The Eclipse tilted its head.
Then it lunged.
Lys met it head-on.
The impact detonated the courtyard—shockwaves ripping tiles apart as Lys skidded backward, claws gouging trenches through reinforced stone. He twisted, tail snapping out, smashing into the Eclipse's side—
—and passed straight through.
The Eclipse reformed behind him.
Pain exploded across Lys's back as warped force slammed him into a wall. He hit hard, cracking the structure, seals flaring in protest.
Too slow.
The Eclipse adapted instantly—its movements syncing to Lys's reactions, predicting, adjusting.
This wasn't a mindless one.
This was a test.
Lys inhaled.
Green light bled through the seams of his jaw.
"No," came Astra's voice through the comm—tight, urgent.
"Lys, do not escalate—!"
The Eclipse raised its arm. Space compressed.
Lys made a decision.
He shortened it.
Instead of releasing Seraphim Breath as a full beam, he compressed it—folded the energy inward, sharpened it into a condensed lance no wider than his forearm.
The recoil still tore through him.
But this time—
he stayed standing.
A spear of pure green energy erupted from his mouth, screaming through the air and punching clean through the Eclipse's core.
The creature convulsed.
Its sigils shattered.
Reality snapped back violently as the Eclipse screamed, not in rage—but in frustration.
Then it collapsed inward, folding into itself and vanishing like a wound forcibly sutured shut.
Silence.
Smoke drifted across the courtyard.
Lys dropped to one knee, chest heaving, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as his claws slowly retracted. His tail faded last, curling once before vanishing.
GAPA drones hovered closer.
Weapons charged.
Astra arrived seconds later—sword half-drawn, eyes locked on Lys, not the crater.
Around them, students stared.
Not in fear.
In awe.
And somewhere deep within GAPA's command structure, a conclusion was reached:
Lys Arden is no longer a student problem.
He is a strategic liability—or a weapon.
The academy hadn't expelled him yet.
But after tonight—
It was only a matter of time.