With Lys and the others leaving the GAPA organization
Unfortunately for Lys, Elda and Nyra had their memories wiped by the GAPA organization.
Making them forget who Lys was and it hurt him
"They really don't remember me I feel pained" Lys said
"They will just give them time" valerius answered
Elda pointed her staff at Lys
" Where do you think you are taking us, your acting like we all know eachother and yet I barely recognise you "
She said
"Who are you"
Lys was about to tell her everything when suddenly a figure fell from the sky landing in from of them.
Valerius drew his sword from its sheet
The figure appeared next to valerius before he could do anything knocking him out
The man moved towards nyra
Nyra sensing danger prepared to attack but fell to the ground
"Ehh I'm falling"
Because she had been hit by an invisible attack.
But realistically the used fired a small drop of aetherium at Nyra causing her to fall.
Elda fired a bright red beam at the man
" Come at me punk"
Using her aetherium she fired beams of light at the man
But to her shock he was unscathed.
"The hell is that" Elda said
The man fired a Blue beam at her , using her hands to brace for impact
Elda was knocked back as she crashed towards a building.
Now the man faces Lys
"Lys Arken" he said
"How do you know me" Lys asked
"Who wouldn't know you after what you have done but before that I am here to take you" the man said
He charged at Lys
He lands hard—then softens the impact after, like gravity obeyed late.
"I am Rafael" he said
The air detonates as he crosses the space between them, fist already swinging with stored velocity from a hundred invisible movements.
Lys reacts instinctively.
Claws slide from his fingers with a muted metallic whisper, tail snapping into existence behind him—curved, balanced, alive.
He pivots instead of blocking.
Rafael's punch misses by centimeters—
—and the shockwave still rips the concrete apart behind Lys.
"Oh yeah," Rafael laughs, skidding sideways,
"you're legit."
Rafael doesn't stop moving.
Every step feeds the next—momentum stacking, compounding, becoming heavier, faster, meaner.
He strikes from impossible angles:
Elbow → rebound
Knee → spin
Heel kick carried by redirected gravity
Lys takes hits.
Not clean.
But enough.
His regeneration hums under the surface, seals flaring as skin knits faster than blood can fall
Instead of chasing Rafael—
Lys slows the space around himself.
Not freezing.
Correcting.
Rafael slams into the boundary and flips back, boots digging trenches into the ground.
His grin fades just a little.
"You're editing the flow."
Lys says nothing.
He moves.
Lys closes the gap in a blur of controlled force.
Not speed like Rafael's.
Efficiency.
Claws rake—not to cut, but to redirect.
Tail snaps low, sweeping Rafael's legs.
Rafael vaults, using the impact to launch himself higher—
—and Lys meets him midair.
A shoulder check reinforced with Aetherium density sends Rafael flying through a concrete pillar.
The building groans.
Rafael lands hard, skidding, laughing breathlessly.
"Okay, okay—my turn."
Rafael Unleashed
He plants one foot.
Then another.
Momentum floods him—years of stored motion released at once.
The ground buckles.
Rafael charges, faster than before, every strike carrying the weight of accumulated battles.
Lys braces.
Claws dig in.
Tail anchors.
The first hit caves his guard.
The second sends him sliding backward, boots screaming against fractured stone.
The third—
Lys roars in pain
White light flares in his chest.
Lys shot the seraphim breath at Rafael hitting in at his core nearly destroying him
The stored force collapses inward.
Rafael is thrown backward like a ragdoll, tumbling end over end before crashing into the ground in a smoking trench
Silence.
Dust settles.
Rafael groans, then laughs again—this time slower.
"Yeah… okay."
"That would've killed me if you wanted."
Lys lets the glow fade.
Claws retract.
Tail dissolves back into nothing.
He offers a hand.
Rafael takes it.
Pulled to his feet, still grinning despite the bruises already healing.
"You don't fight to win," Rafael says.
"You fight to end things."
Lys meets his gaze.
"Winning isn't stable."
Rafael nods once.
Respect—earned, not given.
"If you ever call," Rafael says,
"I'll answer."