Feldway's current body was merely a disguise. He could no longer remember how long it had been since he had revealed his true form.
That was why Feldway froze for a moment after hearing Michael's reminder.
As the first Angel created by the Creator God Veldanava, and the strongest of the Primordial Seven Angels, Feldway was undoubtedly special.
He possessed power greater than that of any other Primordial Seven Angel.
He also possessed the mythical-rank divine artifact, Void, personally bestowed upon him by that great being.
But what made him most special was...
As the first Angel personally created by Veldanava, Feldway possessed a form closest to that of his creator.
If Veldora possessed the form closest to Veldanava's appearance as a True Dragon,
then Feldway possessed the form closest to Veldanava's human appearance.
Ever since Veldanava's fall, Feldway had never again revealed his absolute form.
On one hand, there had been no need. No opponent had ever forced Feldway to use his full strength.
On the other hand, Feldway himself had been unwilling.
Because whenever he saw his own form, Feldway would think of Lord Veldanava, who had already fallen.
Watching Feldway agree, a faint ripple passed through Michael's dignified eyes.
Michael had also seen Feldway's true form before. It could not be called identical, but it bore an eighty to ninety percent resemblance.
If Lord Veldanava's bearing had not been so overwhelmingly majestic, ordinary people might have mistaken Feldway for Lord Veldanava.
But that applied only to ordinary people.
Only those who had truly witnessed Lord Veldanava's form with their own eyes could genuinely feel that indescribable greatness and holiness.
It was a holiness no word in the world could describe, a magnificent form beyond the reach of language.
Once one had basked in his glory, one could