Rafael explained to Lys that the incarnations all over the world went into hiding, because the world government were trying to mobilize the incarnations sending them to fight the eclipse in the void for the past years
"So when your battle with the eclipse from two years ago was broadcasted through the whole world we decided to locate you but before we could reach you, you died"
Rafael said
" So there are others like young master but they are scattered all over the world "
Valerius said
"That's why they build the academy to mobilize most of the incarnations and prepare them for war " Lys replied
Rafael explained that the rest of the incarnations who weren't captured by the GAPA organization formed group where they planned on how to destroy the GAPA organization.
" So you need us " Lys said
"Not them but you in particular since the GAPA organization is afraid of your power and your ability we need someone like you to join our group"
Rafael replied
"So where are we going " Lys asked
"Can you fly " Rafael asked
"No" Lys replied looking at him with eyes of confusion
"And you are a dragon" Rafael replied laughing afterwards
Rafael touched each of them applying little aetherium on them then using his skill
Mass reversal
This skill allows Rafael to control the weight of his targets and apply it to force making the weight of the target reduces drastically
And his second ability
Fly allows him to slingshot his Target to a a point at the destination
Oceans pass beneath them in silence.
The world feels… thinner.
"This place only opens when enough of us agree," Rafael says.
"Not by vote. By tolerance."
Lys feels it then.
A pressure like standing near too many mirrors.
They arrive in a place that should not exist.
A high-altitude basin suspended between tectonic plates that never meet.
No cities.
No ruins.
No technology.
Just stone, wind, and presence.
They are not the first.
They are not the last.
Lys feels them before he sees them.
Dozens.
Not all powerful in the same way—but all dangerous to reality if pushed.
Some sit.
Some stand.
Some hover, phase, or remain partially manifested.
Languages overlap—then stop.
Because Lys has arrived.
No one bows.
No one challenges him.
Instead, the space subtly reorients around Lys, correcting itself the way it does around a stabilizing mass.
Murmurs ripple.
"That's him."
"The correction carrier."
"The one GAPA can't classify."
Rafael grins faintly.
"Told you."
An Old Incarnation Speaks
From the far end of the basin, someone steps forward.
They look human.
That's the lie.
"You shouldn't exist," the figure says calmly.
"And yet… you do."
Lys meets their gaze.
"I was told that before."
A few Incarnations smile.
The elder continues:
"You didn't just survive the Eclipse."
"You changed how it behaves."
The wind stills.
"Are you here to lead?"
Lys answers immediately.
"No."
That surprises them.
"I'm here so none of us have to pretend we're alone anymore."
That lands harder than a declaration of power.
Rafael steps beside Lys.
"He doesn't escalate."
"He corrects."
"And that's why the Eclipse hesitated."
A few Incarnations shift uneasily.
Because hesitation is new.
No alliance is formed.
No hierarchy declared.
But something changes.
Incarnations begin to talk.
Trade knowledge.
Compare scars.
Share methods for hiding, stabilizing, surviving.
Lys listens more than he speaks.
Every presence here is a warning—and a promise.
As the gathering continues, Lys feels it again.
That quiet resonance.
More like him.
Scattered across the world.
Watching.
Waiting.
Rafael nudges him lightly.
"Welcome to the part of the world that doesn't need permission."
Lys exhales slowly.
"Good."
Because if the Eclipse comes again—
It won't be facing one Incarnation.
It'll be facing many.