After Veldanava tasked Feldway to search for the reason why the universes had dissipated and sent him on a journey across multiple universes and dimensions.
Feldway, the First Primordial Angel, and the head of the group moved through the dimensional vacuum with the silent precision of a thought. He was the epitome of loyalty, the most devoted subject of Lord Veldanava. The assignment was grim: find the cause of the wholesale erasure and destruction of entire universes. For weeks, he'd tracked the invisible empty void where the supposedly universes with life were brimming, and now they were empty, filled with void and emptiness.
The trail led him to far luminal edges of space and time, even to the edges of existence itself near the void. And there, floating in the Void of emptiness, was the source of all the destruction: Ivarage, the World Destroying Dragon.
It was breathtakingly immense, a monstrous figure loosely shaped like a western dragon, its presence full of malice and chaos with a malevolent light of deep, sickly purple. Its presence was a crushing weight, the spiritual pressure of a True Dragon, yet it was wild, untamed, and felt profoundly unnatural.
Feldway paused, his white form stark against the purple haze. He extended his spiritual will, attempting to communicate, to find a mind he could address.
"Identify yourself," his thought resonated, perfectly structured, across the gap of space.
The return was immediate and stomach-turning: a terrifying blankness.
There was no thought, no ego, no personality—only a vast, instinctive engine of annihilation and destruction. Ivarage was not evil; it was simply a natural disaster made flesh, a creature driven only by the primal instinct for devastation and destruction.
As Feldway pulled back, horrified by the mindless power, Ivarage sensed the intrusion of Feldway. Its massive, jagged head swung toward him, its mouth opening to reveal a vortex of churning darkness. With a soundless, reality-shredding roar, the vortex tightened into a devastating spear of purple light: the Chaos Beam.
The attack moved not just fast, but immediately. Feldway reacted instinctively, using his mastery of space and dimensions to slip out of the beam's path. The blast sliced through the space he'd just occupied, leaving behind a profound, gaping wound in the fabric of the Void—a wound that refused to heal.
Feldway's cool detachment fractured. The beast was mindless, yes, but its power was real, terrifyingly potent, and now confirmed as a True Dragon-class threat. A Catastrophe Threat or perhaps even a Genesis Level if left unchecked.
A cold, righteous fury settled deep in Feldway's soul. This was not the rage of pride, but the profound indignation of a devoted servant. Lord Veldanava cherished the delicate, vibrant architecture of his creations. For this chaotic, mindless beast, this mistake of creation, to casually unmake entire universes was an intolerable insult to his Lord's love and care towards life.
This beast must pay for his sins a thousandfold, Feldway decided, his mind shifting from reconnaissance to total execution.
He knew a normal blow wouldn't work. Spiritual-Lifeforms were like that plus since this beast was such a threat he decided to use all his power to eliminate this beast . He needed a conceptual weapon, he summoned the Genesis Grade Sword: Ark. The Sword was gifted to him by Lord Veldanava due to his strength as well as his ability to control the Sword itself. The blade materialised, shining with a blinding rainbow white light that represented the unyielding authority.
Feldway launched himself, shattering the intervening distance. He brought Ark down in a perfect, full-powered stroke, aiming at the junction where Ivarage's head was to cut it off.
The sword hit.
A silent, world-shaking explosion of pure white energy erupted as Feldway clashed with Chaotic energy. Ivarage shrieked—a raw, grating sound that seemed to scrape against Feldway's very spiritual core. The mighty dragon was thrown backwards, grievously wounded by the sheer, destructive finality of the blade. Though the beast was mindless, it possessed enough instinct to understand that Feldway was a threat to her.
Feldway watched, his heart heavy. The damage was catastrophic.
But as Ivarage tumbled, the purple energy surged. In the space of less than a breath, the wound closed, the essence re-coalesced. The powerful damage inflicted by the Genesis Sword was reduced to nothing more than a faint, residual white shimmer, instantly devoured by Ivarage's chaotic corrupted energy.
Absolute regeneration. A single strike is useless.
Ivarage roared, its fury now fixed on the irritating speck of white light. It charged a second Chaos Beam, visibly larger and thicker with destructive purple malice.
Feldway prepared to evade, but a dreadful, sinking realisation stopped him cold. His transcendental sight, mapping the beam's trajectory, showed that if he dodged, the energy would tear straight through the dimensional wall and slam into a fragile, newly born universe teeming with life—one of the Veldanava's cherished creations.
It was an impossible choice, and yet, for the loyal servant, it was no choice at all. His purpose was to protect his Lord's work, and for that, he was ready to even give his life for it.
Feldway stopped his movement. He poured his essence into defensive barriers, positioning himself as the ultimate, necessary shield.
The Chaos Beam struck.
The impact was utter agony. It wasn't just physical force; it was the annihilation of his very essence. The destructive chaos tore through his defences , bypassed his spiritual shields, and ripped into the core of his being.
Feldway was violently thrown back, his white spiritual form flickering and dangerously unstable. He immediately activated the Administrative Authority—the divine link to Veldanava's power—forcing his wounds to heal. But the process was slow and violently painful, the chaotic energy stubbornly resisting the ordered repair.
Feldway's breath, unnecessary for him but a reflex of extreme stress, came in ragged gasps. He was furious. That a creature without a mind could bring him, the First Primordial Angel and the first creation of GOD, to this damaged state was an intolerable insult.
He flew toward Ivarage again, his speed now a desperate, focused moving even faster than the speed of light. He targeted the dragon's massive wings, striking with Ark to sever them completely. The blow was true; the wings separated and drifted away.
Ivarage shrieked, crashing onto a dead planet. Feldway, relentless, charged Ark and swung, bisecting the beast and the planet in one devastating stroke trying to end the beast for final However.
He looked down. The two halves were instantly pulling back together. He had bought seconds.
Ivarage erupted from the ruins, blind rage propelling it, and launched a third, furious Chaotic Beam at the depleted Angel.
The beam hit, and though Feldway withstood the blow, the residual energy was corrosive.
He stumbled, looking down at his hands with a sickening dread. A deep, oily purple stain was spreading across the pristine white of his spiritual body. It was cold, insidious, and actively fought the healing of his Authority.
Corruption.
The horrifying truth hit him: Ivarage's energy wasn't just destructive; it was actively attempting to rewrite his code, to turn his purity into entropy. If he stayed, he would be subsumed, lost forever, a failure of his entire purpose.
He decided instantly: he had to retreat. His duty was to report the threat, not to be consumed by it.
He channelled the last of his reserves into the Administrative Authority, initiating an immediate dimensional warp back to the Heavenly Palace.
Ivarage, sensing the escape, focused its rage into a final Chaos Beam aimed directly at Feldway's back. The beam struck just as the teleportation took hold, slamming into the dimensional field and causing a catastrophic, painful overload. Feldway was torn back across the cosmos in a flash of white and sickening purple light, wounded and corrupted.
He arrived in the Heavenly Palace, not with the clean, majestic entry of an Angel, but with a violent tear of space. He collapsed onto one knee before the crystalline throne where Veldanava sat, composed, sipping his Coke. The purple blotch was a testament to his ordeal.
"Lord Veldanava!" Feldway gasped, forcing the words out. He remained kneeling, his loyalty overcoming his physical agony. "I found the cause. A mindless beast, but it has a True Dragon power. It must be killed."
Veldanava calmly looked at his servant. He didn't rush. "Feldway. Stand."
As Feldway struggled, Veldanava simply extended his hand toward the Angel. He didn't use a grand power, he simply applied the Law of Creation. A silver, healing light washed over Feldway. Instantly, the horrifying purple stain vanished. The spiritual wounds sealed. The fatigue evaporated. He was whole.
"Thank you, Lord Veldanava," Feldway said, the relief profound. He instantly pushed past the moment to focus on the threat. "My Lord, its energy is corruptive, and its regeneration is absolute. We cannot delay."
Feldway asked My Lord, Do you know what that mindless beast is It's too much of a threat, and we don't know what it is, so Lord Veldanava, can you tell what that thing is.
Veldanava shook his head and said in a quiet tone Well, Feldway, that beast's name is Ivarage. It is a creature that was not created by me, it came from the far reaches of space or perhaps the luminal edges of existence itself, Feldway, who heard that was shocked after all Lord Veldanava is a Creator God, and to think that this beast, Ivarage, was not created by his lord was a shocking fact to him, though Veldanava did not completely tell Feldway about the true nature of Ivarage to Feldway.
Veldanava then asked. "So, what is your plan to deal with a threat that cannot be injured and cannot be stopped?"
Feldway stood tall, his posture now rigid with military certainty. "Lord Veldanava, we must kill it. But we must do it surgically. I have a plan that we can use.
First, we must create a new, separate dimension for the battle. I propose the six other Primordial Angels—Dino, Pico, Gracia, Obera, Cornu, and Zalario—will wait inside this dimension. They will use their collective power to reinforce the dimensional walls, ensuring Ivarage's chaotic destruction is contained and does not spread to any living universe as the battle will begin.
While I will return to the Void, I will lure the beast by presenting myself as an easy target. Once Ivarage follows me into the containment dimension, the Angels will instantly seal the entrance, locking the creature inside.
Inside the sealed zone, I will join forces with Origin and the Newly Demon Lord Guy. The three of us must fight it together. Only then can we kill it I know that beast is weak only at a True Dragon level of power, which each of us can defeat, but it destructive powers can only be killed. Only the combined, focused power of Ark, Oblivion, and World, striking at the same moment, can overwhelm that mindless beast with instinct for destruction and devastation through which we can kill it
Feldway finished, the plan cold, brutal, and necessary.
Veldanava smiled, a look of immense satisfaction. He finished the last bite of his cake.
"Feldway," Veldanava confirmed, his voice holding the authority of the universe. "That is a truly brilliant plan. However, I hope I can seal Ivarage, hoping that one day it will awaken his Ego ."
Hearing this, Feldway was astonished that Lord Veldanava only wanted to seal Ivarage but. Since Lord Veldanava has spoken, he will only follow his orders. And so the preparation for the final battle began
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Author's Note- Hey Guys I have uploaded another chapter very late as usual. I hope you like this chapter and please comment on it and tell your opinions.
By the way did you hear about the Tensura volume 23 leaks today I got to know that Veldanava was very much alive way before the Tenma war but was sealed by Velzard due to his change in Ego now he wants to destroy the world and the human race and in the leaked photo we can see Veldanava and Ivarage teaming up against Rimuru in his Mikami Satoru Form.