Location: Meeting Room
Veldanava's POV
I leaned back in my chair, casually twirling a pen between my fingers as the tension in the room grew thicker. Typical, really. It was just another Tuesday for me. My eyes scanned the room, resting on Feldway, who looked as if he'd just learned that his favorite snack had been discontinued. Zalario, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint, drenched in sweat. The Primordial Angels exchanged glances, silently deciding who'd be the unlucky one to draw the short straw.
"Alright, listen up. That wasteland I showed Feldway? Turns out it's the birthplace of Ashura, the Mad Deity—aka a walking apocalypse. Fun, right?" I let the words hang in the air, waiting for some kind of reaction.
No one laughed. Tough crowd. Feldway's face shifted, a mix of panic and calculation flickering across his expression. Zalario's sweat continued to flow, and the Angels looked tense—unsurprising, given the circumstances.
"I could take Ashura down myself, but that would probably tear the Cardinal World apart. So, I need someone to stall it long enough for me to figure out how to handle this mess without turning everything into cosmic confetti."
The room went silent, and I could feel the weight of the situation hanging on everyone's shoulders. No volunteers. Typical.
Then, Feldway spoke.
"I'll go."
My gaze snapped to him, and I couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. That's my guy. Confidence, calculation, and calm in the face of disaster—it was exactly what I needed. A silent pride swelled within me, though I'd never admit it aloud.
"Are you sure? Ashura's not exactly a walk in the park. You'd be a glorified distraction at best. Still willing to play the part?"
Feldway's expression never wavered, the cold and calculated demeanor of a man who had already run through the possibilities and decided on his course of action.
"I am. If Obera's struggling, we don't have time to waste. I'll hold Ashura off for as long as I can."
I leaned forward, my grin widening. There it was again—the certainty. Feldway wasn't just strong, he was methodical, understanding the limitations and risks. He knew he wasn't going to win, but he would make sure that the time he bought would be invaluable.
"Alright, Feldway. Your job isn't to win—just to survive long enough for me to step in. Got it?"
"Got it."
Without another word, I snapped my fingers.
"Abracadabra Teleportina!"
In an instant, Feldway vanished, and I reclined back into my chair, my playful grin fading into a more focused expression. He's stronger than he realizes. If anyone can buy me the time I need, it's him. I would have chosen him even if he hadn't volunteered, but now, knowing he was willing… It just reinforced why I had put my trust in him.
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the situation settling around me like a thick fog. I rose from my seat, my usual carefree demeanor replaced by a calm, measured focus. This wasn't something to joke about. The stakes were high, and I wasn't about to let them crumble under my watch.
"Alright, everyone. Feldway's got this. He's buying us the time we need. Prepare for my arrival. When I step in, things will get messy. But don't worry. I've got this. Probably."
As the room emptied, I turned toward the window, looking over the endless sea of clouds.
Hang in there, Feldway. Just buy me a little more time. I'll handle the rest.
To be continued…