Reincarnated As Feldway

Location: Star Palace

Few days later…

3rd Person POV

The throne room of the Star Palace was large and quiet. The soft light coming through the colored glass windows gave everything a peaceful glow. The tall ceiling made every sound feel distant, like the room itself was holding its breath.

At the center of the room, Veldanava sat on a glowing throne made of crystal, gold, and stardust. He looked calm, but his thoughts were racing. He tapped the armrest gently with his index finger, each click echoing softly.

Click. Click. Click.

"So..." he muttered to himself, "Feldway's dream... is just to help me achieve mine?"

He let out a small sigh, almost like a chuckle.

"Classic Feldway. That guy does nothing but hide away in his chamber, muttering over magic spells and obsessively drilling the unit I gave him—like he's preparing for the end of the world or something."

His glowing blue eyes slowly shifted color—turning into a deep, golden yellow.

"But maybe it's time I help him find his dream, too."

Before he could think more about it, the golden double doors at the front of the throne room creaked open with a long CLUNK.

A girl walked in with long messy white hair tied up by yellow band, yellow eyes, and a black dress that hung loosely around her. She looked like she had just discovered what clothes were and put on the fanciest thing she could find. She walked with big, fast steps, full of energy—like she had too much excitement and didn't know what to do with it.

It was Velzard.

She paused in the middle of the room, looked up at Veldanava, then broke into a wide grin.

"Big brother!" Velzard shouted, her voice echoing through the gleaming hall. "That's what I'm supposed to call you, right?"

Veldanava, sitting lazily on his throne with one leg dangling over the side, blinked. "Mmm. That's right. Sounds better every time you say it."

She ran forward, spinning in place like she was chasing her own tail. "You're my big brother now! But… what does that mean?"

He tapped his temple with a finger, pretending to think deeply. "It means I'll look after you. Like family. It also means you can take the last slab of magicule Mammoth meat without asking first."

"What's a family?" she asked, tilting her head.

"A bunch of strange people you somehow love more than logic allows," Veldanava said with a grin. "Even when they almost destroyed an entire planet and call it an accident."

Velzard gave a smug little nod. "Awesome! So basically, I can do whatever I want, right? Then can I go beat up that grumpy, ugly white-haired guy now?"

Veldanava blinked. "…You mean Feldway? What do you mean 'ugly'? He and I have the exact same face."

Velzard took a step back, arms crossed.

"Yeah, but he makes it look weird. That guy with the serious face and that weird pointy curved horn—he kicked me in the belly! Multiple times!!"

She puffed her cheeks and threw a few practice punches at the air.

"I was totally winning! Kinda!"

Veldanava chuckled. "You didn't even scratch him. Your punch was like tapping a mountain with a pebble."

Though he knew Castle Guard had protected Feldway.

Velzard huffed and looked away. "…Oh yeah," she muttered, forgetting she had landed a few hits before that.

"And Feldway," Veldanava said, now standing, "isn't just some guy with a curved horn. He's my right hand—my strongest subordinate. He's also annoyingly stubborn."

"Still not fair," she grumbled.

"He's clever, loyal, and makes decisions before I even finish thinking. That's why I trust him."

Velzard stayed quiet, then mumbled, "He still hit me really hard…"

Veldanava reached out and patted her head gently. She flinched, then leaned in like a kitten.

"No more fighting today," he said. "Why don't you go explore the palace a little?"

Velzard lit up. "Ooh! Can I fly through the halls?"

"Sure," he said. "Just don't crash into the crystal pillars. They're older than the stars."

"YAAAY!" she cheered, dashing out and leaving a frosty trail.

Once she was gone, Veldanava sat back in his throne, his face changing from usual face to something serious.

Once she was gone, Veldanava sat back in his throne.

The room fell silent again.

He looked up at the tall mural behind his throne—an image of two pairs of dragons, the cyan one surrounded by angels, watching over a beautiful, peaceful world. A dream he had once carved into the wall.

Then, his voice returned to a whisper.

"...It's time."

He closed his eyes, letting the silence fill the space around him.

"I need to create him now," he said. "The backup."

With a casual motion of his hand, Veldanava bent the space above him and split open the roof of the throne room. He stood tall beneath the open sky, silent and composed.

Then, without warning—

A burst of bluish magicule erupted from his body, forming a towering pillar of energy that pierced the heavens.

The dense magicules radiated through the palace like a heartbeat from a god.

Seven individuals inside the Star Palace paused instantly. Each of them felt it. Each of them recognized it.

There was no mistaking whose power it was.

One other resident also sensed it—the newest among them.

Velzard.

Though it took her a moment longer, her eyes widened as she realized the truth. That pressure, that overwhelming magicule… it belonged to her "big brother."

Meanwhile, the rest of the palace wasn't so calm.

Lower-ranking angels—especially those beneath Seraphim class—fell into disarray, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of that divine force.

Location: Star Palace – Observation Chamber

Elsewhere, sitting in his usual chair, Feldway reviewed data projected in front of him—intel from scouts sent to monitor the Cardinal World's current state.

Then the pressure hit him.

He didn't flinch.

"So… he's really going through with it, huh," Feldway said calmly, still scrolling through the data. "First time I'll get to see him create a being from scratch. And more importantly…"

Without another word, Feldway activated thought communication, linking the other Primordials.

'There would be a meeting soon'

The connection ended.

Return to Veldanava—Throne Room

After releasing so much magicule—which was nothing to him—Veldanava muttered softly,

"Creation."

In an instant, a humanoid body formed before him. Silver hair framed a face marked by striking eyes—red on the left, blue on the right.

Veldanava's usual casual tone vanished, replaced by a serious, commanding voice.

"From now on, your name will be…"

End of 3rd Person POV

To be continued…