Lys Arken having now destroyed the army of Wardens after him he marched to the headquarters.
Opening the Conference room doors with a loud bang
Silence be fell the room
The general spoke " why are you here , we thought you will never return so why are you Back"
" I am not obliged to answer that question but give me my family and I will let you live"
With no other option the GAPA organization had no choice but to agree to his request.
Releasing his family ,the Wardens had nothing against him except
The video feed which was recorded from the battle and at the same time was been broadcasted through out the whole world
"A fourteen year old boy has just been spotted using some unusual abilities something almost spritual.
A word once buried inside classified GAPA archives.
Now spoken everywhere.
Footage leaks within minutes.
A battlefield carved open, reality scorched clean.
Wardens retreating—not defeated, but unable to act.
And standing at the center of it all—
A figure every system insists is dead.
The news anchor said
People around the world called them one name
"Incarnation"
People around the world gave these people with unimaginable abilities this name and the world tagged them dangerous
The fear evolves.
It is no longer "Are they real?"
It becomes:
"What happens if they stop protecting us?"
"What happens if one chooses a side?"
"What happens if we lose control?"
These are the questions the world was asking with the title
Are the incarnations for us or they are against us.
People didn't panic because Incarnations exist.
They panic because Incarnations have always existed.
Religions fracture overnight.
Some proclaim them angels.
Others demons.
Others proof that humanity was never equal to begin with.
Markets crash
Governments demand answers GAPA doesn't have permission to give.
Parents stare at their children differently.
Every unexplained event in history is re-examined.
Every legend becomes suspicious.
They try to contain it.
They always do.
But this time, silence creates panic faster than lies ever could.
So GAPA does something unprecedented.
They speak.
A global broadcast interrupts every channel, every network, every private screen.
No slogans.
No flags
Just truth—controlled, but undeniable.
"Humanity is not alone in power."
"Certain individuals, known internally as Incarnations, possess biological and metaphysical compatibility with higher energy frameworks."
"These energies predate modern civilization."
"They are not extraterrestrial."
"They are not divine."
"They are real."
Across the globe, systems fail.
Not catastrophically.
Not violently.
They fail politely—as if something greater has rewritten the rules and left humanity's machines struggling to catch up.
Satellites record gaps in space where energy should be.
Seismic sensors register movement without mass.
Atmospheric scanners detect a foreign radiation signature—
Aetherium.
It doesn't come from a hacker.
It comes from a failsafe.
When Aetherium levels spike beyond acceptable limits, dormant records unlock automatically—designed to prepare humanity for extinction-level truths.
Lys's return triggered every threshold at once.
Across secured servers, long-buried profiles activate.
Not names at first.
Patterns.
Incarnation Signatures
Scientists around the world begin noticing something impossible.
The same energy that surrounded Lys—
the same Aetherium harmonic—
appears in unrelated data sets:
A blackout in Eastern Europe that bent gravity for twelve seconds
A swordsman recorded decades ago, defeating armored units without visible force
A desert incident where heat vanished instead of rising
Different eras.
Different locations.
Same signature.
"They resonate," one analyst whispers.
"Like they recognize each other."
Governments begin drafting laws that cannot be enforced.
Religions split again—this time permanently.
Some Incarnations step further into hiding.
Others do nothing at all.
Because Incarnations don't react to fear.
They react to necessity.
And necessity hasn't called yet.
Far from cameras, Lys stands on a quiet rooftop.
City lights flicker beneath him.
For the first time, the world knows he exists—
and that there are others like him.
Not allies.
Not enemies.
Just beings who survived becoming something more.
Lys curls his fingers slightly.
No claws yet.
No tail.
No battle.
Just resolve.
"If they're watching now," he murmurs,
"then they'll learn."
The age of secrets is over.
The age of Incarnations has begun.