After the battle with the Eclipse destroyed,Lys Arken had gained a new ability.
Regeneration
He's wounds healing like they were never there , after he's had healed his instinct sensed something
The GAPA has sent Wardens to him. Confused Lys said "is this a joke"
The first warden said" Your bluffing"_
_ the second warden continued "We are given orders to kill you and dispose you, your allys have been locked and you are next"
Lys looked up seeing the GAPA drone spoke "Let's get on with it then
Battle begins
His claws surfaced as he moved—silent, controlled. The curved tail followed, low and balanced, not aggressive. His breathing slowed. Heartbeat steady.
To his surprise they were not three in numbers
Five
That was how many Wardens were in range.
Not chasing.
Herding.
A stun field snapped into place behind him, cutting off retreat. From above, a Warden dropped, blade aimed for the spine.
It was a battle of_
5 vs 1
As the battle raged on,Lys pivoted at the last second.
His tail hooked the attacker's ankle mid-air, yanking hard and slamming them into the ground. Before they could recover, Lys reinforced his arm and drove a clawed strike into the Warden's shoulder joint—not piercing, just enough to lock the armor.
Down. Not dead.
Two more came in from opposite sides, synchronisation rates climbing in tandem.
They fought like mirrors.
Lys burst-propelled upward, bounced off a wall, and came down between them. He took a hit to the ribs on purpose—armor-shattering force—grunted as regeneration flared—
—and used the momentum to grab one Warden and throw them into the other.
Both hit the ground hard.
The fifth stayed back.
Smart.
A net of binding light deployed, snapping tight around Lys's torso and tail. His muscles screamed as the field constricted, trying to suppress his energy output.
This is the test, he realized.
Not capture. Measurement.
Lys didn't fight the net.
He relaxed.
The moment the field adjusted—compensating for reduced output—he surged, reinforcing his spine and shoulders just long enough to rip free.
Armor alarms wailed.
He was already moving.
A shoulder check crushed one Warden into a wall. A sweep of his tail took another's legs out. He vaulted over the last, drove a clawed hand into the ground, and triggered a localized shockburst, cracking the floor and throwing them off balance.
Only one remained standing.
They raised their weapon—hesitated.
Lys stopped.
Claws out. Tail curved. Eyes steady.
"I'm not your enemy," he said.
For a heartbeat, the hunt stalled.
Then GAPA override codes flashed across the Warden's visor.
They backed away.
All of them.
Smoke hung in the air as containment drones descended, too late to matter.
From a distant control room, GAPA analysts stared at the aftermath.
No Eclipse involvement.
No Seraphim Breath.
No casualties.
And yet—
Subject neutralized five Wardens without escalation.
Containment probability decreasing.
Lys leaned against the wall as the adrenaline faded, regeneration quietly repairing the damage he'd allowed himself to take.
This wasn't about strength.
It never had been.
It was about whether the cage could hold something that learned.
And the answer was becoming uncomfortably clear.