Location: Cardinal World
Feldway POV
The entire area was frozen solid—
Ice stretched endlessly, blanketing the land in a lifeless sheet of white.
But the cold...
It didn't feel natural.
"Something's off," I muttered, eyes narrowing as I scanned the desolate terrain. "It's cold, yeah—but not in any real way. I think... it could be part of magicules being released."
Veldanava glanced over at me. "You know things no normal human should—especially coming from a world without magic. Were you a mountaineer or something?"
I shrugged, a smirk tugging at my lips.
"Maybe I just wasn't very normal, Boss."
He let out a laugh—loud, echoing, but hollow.
"KUAHAHAHA! Fair enough. There's a reason the Voice of the World picked you to be the soul of my first creation."
But I knew better.
That laugh?
It wasn't the real one.
Not his real laugh.
"...Let's check the area," I said. "Doubt we'll find anyone, but it's worth a look."
Lifting into the sky, I floated forward.
He followed behind—still hopeful, still clinging to the dream. But I could feel it... the worry, buried just beneath his voice.
His hope was for humanity.
This had been his first attempt—a peaceful civilization.
And now?
All that remained was ice.
As for me?
...I'm still not sure how I feel.
The memories I do have don't feel like they belong to me.
I remember saying I had parents once—just something that slipped out while showering, before my reincarnation.
But centuries later, during that blackout while fighting Dino and Obera...
I saw three people I called family.
Burning.
And none of the angels—my comrades—have mind-altering magic.
I'd know. I would've known.
I still don't understand what I went through—
Back then...
Or in my old life.
But if there's one thing I do know?
Whoever I used to be...
He didn't cry over things like this.
And I won't either.
"Anyway," I said, adjusting course, "let's head toward that cave. The one where I first met that human girl."
Chances are, nothing's left.
Not after a thousand years.
Not after this.
But it's a lead.
And right now... that's enough.
End of Feldway POV
Veldanava POV
I really thought it would work out, you know?
I thought, Hey, if humanity is pushed far enough, surely they'll come together, right?
Heh... naïve.
That's what Feldway said.
Maybe he was right.
But it was a charming thought, wasn't it?
Still... I had to prepare for the worst.
I didn't want humans to suffer—not again.
So, I embedded a little failsafe.
A doomsday protocol, buried deep within the system.
Just in case.
And now—would you look at that?
The Voice of the World has sensed what's coming...
And it's activated.
Ah well...
It seems the time has come.
I rose into the sky, letting the cold wind brush against my bare hands.
Snow whipped against my skin, but I barely felt it.
Funny, isn't it?
How quiet the world gets... right before something breaks.
As I looked down at the snow-covered land, something caught my eye.
A human hand.
Reaching out.
Emerging slowly from beneath the snow.
...
...
Huh.
That's... odd.
This chill—
It's sharp. Unnatural.
It's laced with my magicules. Just barely.
Only someone like me, with my incredible Extra Skill: Veldanava Sense, should even notice it.
And yet...
Feldway did.
No skill.
No prompt.
Just instinct.
How...?
He says he was a normal human in his past life.
But normal humans don't casually identify magically-manipulated cold air like it's a damn weather forecast.
You'd need to survive torture...
Walk through fire and ice...
Maybe even die once or twice.
...
Okay.
Now I'm a little concerned.
Also impressed.
Mostly concerned.
Now, speaking of my favorite little angel—
There he is.
Perched dramatically on top of the mountain, crouched down like he's analyzing something deeply important.
And behind him?
A massive, white figure.
...
Wait—hold on.
"That thing... looks just like me. In my True Dragon form!"
...
No way.
Don't tell me...
Did the Voice of the World actually analyze my magicules and try to recreate them?
If that's the case...
Then it didn't just make a copy.
It created another True Dragon like me—
One that became the source of the Ice Catastrophe.
One of the encoded doomsday events...
End of Veldanava POV
3rd Person POV
Feldway crouched down, examining a cluster of crude drawings carved into the stone.
Stick figures.
Many of them in particular had long hair and bunny ears.
"That's me..." Feldway muttered.
The styles varied wildly.
The girl's drawings were simple—but definitely not the worst.
Some were just circles with zero effort.
"That girl only ever drew me with her, if I remember right..." Feldway murmured. "Looks like later generations—or another group—added themselves in with me in it... some even added animals."
He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head.
"So that's how humans in the Cardinal World hunt? Interesting. Very different from Paleolithic humans... more effort, but less efficient."
He stood.
Then, with one swift motion, he smashed through a clear block of ice embedded in the ground.
Beneath it—
A decaying human ribcage.
He picked it up with two fingers, studying it briefly.
"No wonder they were headed for extinction," he muttered, before tossing it away. "With or without this... this catastrophe just gave them a
quicker exit."
"You've yet to acknowledge my presence… I'm starting to get angry."
The voice was deep, feminine, and came from behind Feldway.
He didn't turn.
He already knew something was there.
Instead, he gave a half-glance, avoiding eye contact.
"Sign… Boss Veldanava, didn't know you could speak in a woman's voice. And showing up in your dragon form? Bit dramatic. Your huge body was blocking my view of the carvings."
Finally, Feldway turned, raising a brow in amusement.
Standing before him was a towering dragon—white scales, blood-red fangs, and golden eyes burning like twin suns.
"Huh. Scary. But I'm not falling for it," he said, waving it off. "You're just bored. I'm not—"
He stopped.
His smirk faded.
Eyes narrowed.
"…No," he muttered. "You're not him."
Then, coldly, he muttered—
"Ark."
His sword appeared in a flash.
Feldway narrowed his eyes, while gripping his sword in his left hand.
"The shape of your magicules… it's different. So who are you? If you're not hostile, I might spare you."
The white-scaled dragon grinned, with its red crimson teeth totally exposed.
"Kuahahaha~~"
The voice was deep, feminine… but off. Too playful. Too new.
"Sparing me? That's funny."
It tilted its head, like a child trying to understand.
"I don't know who I am. I was just… born, I think."
A pause. Then colder—deadly.
"But I was told one thing."
It exhaled—air flash-freezing around its jaws, the frost slowly spreading across the area.
Feldway noticed it too late.
His hand—gripping the sword's handle—was frozen solid.
"Release all my magicules…
And kill anything that moves."
The dragon's golden eyes locked onto him.
"And you, little thing…
You're moving."
End of 3rd Person POV
To be continued…