Reincarnated As Feldway

Location: Cardinal World

3rd Person POV

"Nice try," Feldway muttered coldly.

With a flick of his free hand, the ice trapping his left arm shattered—splintering into glittering dust.

The white-scaled dragon's golden eyes narrowed, flashing an icy blue. Her pupils shrank, and a low rumble echoed from her throat.

Then, in a blink, a massive blue ray blasted from her mouth—roaring toward Feldway like a freezing comet.

"I see what you're doing..." he said calmly, lifting his right hand.

"Leo."

A flaming lion erupted from his palm, its mane crackling with cosmic fire and its teeth glowing like stardust. With a deafening roar, the lion lunged at the incoming beam.

BOOM!

The clash lit the sky. The explosion cracked the earth and filled the battlefield with thick, white mist—blinding and heavy.

When the smoke cleared, Feldway hovered in the air—wings spread, eyes level with the dragon's.

She floated in front of him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"...You..." she growled, her voice unsure—almost childish.

Feldway smirked faintly. "Nice to see you again. And for the record... I'm not fond of fire."

With one fluid motion, he twirled his sword—Ark—and raised it toward the sky.

"Flood."

He swung.

The blade glowed with Stardust, crashing down like a waterfall. The dragon darted back, but not fast enough—the edge tore across her chest, leaving a deep gash.

Blue magicules poured from the wound like steam—raw, wild energy flooding the air.

Feldway hovered above her, quiet, his face unreadable as he watched the mist spill around them.

End of 3rd Person POV

Feldway POV

Analysis completed yet, Michael?

Not that I needed it.

Her magicules told me enough—pure, dense, and unrefined. Not quite on par with the Spirit Queen or that Titan... and certainly far below Boss Veldanava.

"Deceleration, huh..."

I glanced around.

The air was... too still.

Even the mist hesitated midair—like time itself forgot to keep moving. She wasn't just slowing things. No... she was denying motion altogether.

That alone should've been the strangest thing.

But it wasn't.

A True Dragon?

Same race as Boss Veldanava. And yet... I've never seen or heard of her. Not once.

After all these millions of years, you'd think I'd have run out of surprises.

Apparently not.

Still... it's curious.

This creature appeared at the same time as the Ice Catastrophe. That would be enough to raise flags on its own. But more than that—her aura carries something faint. Familiar.

A touch of me... and more than a touch of Boss Veldanava.

Which means...

She isn't just some leftover catastrophe.

No, she's the catastrophe.

Deliberate or not, she's part of it. And worse—she's connected to him. Boss Veldanava.

That... changes things.

She rose slowly, silent as the grave, frost crawling across the wound I'd left. Sealing it shut like it never happened.

I floated just above, wings quiet, sword in hand.

No words at first. No movement. Just thoughts. I've learned over time, silence is underrated.

Eventually, I broke it.

"You dodged well. For your size."

My hand tightened around Ark. Magic shimmered faintly along its edge. Not threatening—yet.

"Let's see if you can keep it up."

The dragon—she glanced around. Breath icy and slow, her wound covered in unnatural frost. A faint trill echoed from her throat—soft, feminine.

...So she's a she. Or close enough.

I suppose I should feel something facing a beast like this.

But honestly?

I don't.

No thrill. No fire. Not that I've ever found joy in battle. It's work. Nothing more.

Though...

I did spend a few centuries crafting spells just to pass the time.

Might as well test a few of those out.

End of Feldway POV

3rd Person POV

Feldway hovered silently above the battlefield, muttering something under his breath. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, stayed fixed on the dragon as she slowly began to rise, ice sealing the wound across her chest.

He raised his voice—just loud enough for her to hear.

"Look up."

The white-scaled dragon blinked, confused, then tilted her head skyward.

Her breath hitched.

Above her hung thousands of magical circles, stretching across the sky like a woven tapestry of doom. Circles, triangles, squares—each etched with ancient runes that shimmered and pulsed with different magical signatures.

The dragon's eyes dilated, glowing as her voice slipped out unconsciously.

"...Wow."

Snap.

The sound was soft. But the response was cataclysmic.

In an instant, every circle ignited with blinding light. Magicules surged, thickening the air until it hummed with raw pressure.

And then it began.

A storm of elements rained down—fire, lightning, water, wind, earth, light, darkness—each blast precise, relentless. The dragon's wings flared open as she tried to dodge, but there was no escape. Her scales cracked, her breath caught in her throat as she was struck from all sides.

The final blow came from the center—the largest circle began to spin. Its glow twisted into a deep stardust dark pink, humming with cosmic energy.

"Star Magic: Star Surge," muttered Feldway.

FWOOOOOM—!!

A colossal stardust beam erupted downward, engulfing the dragon in pure destruction.

The explosion shattered the silence.

A blinding flash consumed the landscape, followed by a deafening shockwave. Dust and mist surged outward, blanketing the entire battlefield in a blizzard of magic and debris.

When the light faded...

Only the mist remained.

High above, Feldway floated—expression unreadable, Ark resting calmly at his left hand. There was no interest in his eyes, suddenly he could sense something was teleported inside the mist, as small blue light flashed inside the giant mist.

Feldway knew something was off as he was staring the giant mist from top of sky. The mist slowly began to fade.

And when it cleared—

The white-scaled dragon was gone.

"...Tch."

Feldway narrowed his eyes, sighing under his breath.

"Not again... Veldanava, what did you do this time?"

Before he could fully process it, a cold haze crept behind his neck—unnaturally cold.

He moved instinctively.

A fist flew past his head from behind—a woman's hand.

Without thinking, Feldway spun midair and caught the wrist, locking it down—only for a second punch to smash into his ribs from the other hand, sending him hurtling through the nearby mountain with a loud crash.

BOOM—!

Debris flew as Feldway crashed through the rock, stopping only after grinding halfway through the mountain's core.

"...Damn, that was strong..." he muttered, coughing slightly—but smirking.

His hand clenched tightly.

Because as he stood—he was still gripping the woman's wrist.

He yanked it hard—ripping the arm clean off.

Feldway quickly analyzed it, and got the answer, which Feldway already knew the answer of.

"Made from the same material, huh..." Feldway muttered, eyeing the figure before him.

The white-scaled dragon was gone—replaced by a woman.

White, messy hair. Sharp yellow eyes. A curvy figure... and absolutely no sense of modesty.

But that wasn't what bothered Feldway the most.

His gaze shifted, then flicked back up. "...You don't seem to have anything covering your chest. It's fully exposed. And as for your lower body..."

There was nothing just like his, so he didn't speak any further.

The woman blinked. Her tilted head and puzzled expression made it clear she didn't understand the issue.

"Wait... why?" she asked, tilting her head further. Her voice was childlike, curious.

Feldway exhaled again, this time more firmly. "Because it's inappropriate, woman. Now, please—cover it."

Without hesitation, she raised her hand. A layer of ice formed over her chest, crude but effective.

Then her gaze sharpened—childlike curiosity replaced by wild, focused excitement.

The severed left hand Feldway had ripped off earlier vanished into mist—regenerating in the blink of an eye.

She tilted her head, then suddenly dropped into a stance. Both of her hands glowed faintly as layers of frost coated them like gloves. Her yellow eyes shimmered with innocent curiosity as she looked at Feldway.

"Hey... do you have that thing called... a name?"

Feldway narrowed his gaze, already shifting into a defensive posture. His answer came flat and to the point.

"Yes. Feldway. My boss gave it to me."

Her eyes widened, sparkling with wonder. "Ooh~ I got one too! From this super strong guy! He looked kinda like you—but with black hair! And he's way stronger! He was hiding in the mist!"

Feldway sighed. A bad feeling started to rise in his chest.

"Let me guess... he also gave you that body and... don't tell me you've also got a—"

Before he could finish, she grinned wide—almost too wide—and clapped her hands together with glee.

"My name's Velzard!"

Feldway's eyes narrowed sharply.

Just like that, the pieces clicked.

A name. A body. All given by someone who resembled Veldanava?

This wasn't just a rampaging dragon anymore.

No wonder that punch nearly shattered his ribs. He thought to himself.

"...Tch. So much for it being the easy one," he muttered. Not only that, it seems like he isn't allow to liquidate this one.

End of Feldway POV

To be continued…