Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 314: World of Flames

Let’s rewind time to a few hours ago.

Khione’s smartphone rang with Nero’s message. Just a few words: "Training. Pocket world. Be back later."

She read it once, then again. Her expression, already cool, remained unchanged. But inside, a winter locked far deeper than her magic stirred. He wouldn’t rush off like that right after meeting Elysia unless he felt pressured. Unless he felt weak. The thought of that woman, all smug lightning and political poison, putting that pressure on him made something primal and protective coil tight in Khione’s chest.

Her first impulse was pure, glacial fury. To find Elysia Raizen and demonstrate exactly why the Undine were not to be trifled with. But she reigned it in. That was what Elysia would want—an emotional, reckless reaction. Nero was handling it his way: by getting stronger. She would do the same.

She didn’t change. She was already in her training gear. She marched to the same logistical hub Nero had used, her presence making the cadet behind the counter shiver. She spent her own credits without a word, selecting a pocket world not of ice, but of its opposite.

"Ignisia." A world of fire.

The transition was like stepping into an oven. The air wavered with heat, dry and scorching. Underfoot was black, cracked basalt. In the distance, rivers of molten rock glowed orange. The sky was a dusty, baked red. The very air tried to steal the moisture from her skin and the chill from her soul.

Khione did not flinch. She took a deep breath, and the air burned her throat. Good. She raised her slender wand.

The world of fire noticed the intrusion of cold. From the molten river, humanoid figures emerged, their bodies composed of swirling magma and glowing rock. Flame Imps, little more than flying cinders, zipped through the air towards her, leaving trails of smoke.

She did not start with grand spells. She started with control. A flick of her wrist. "Frost Shard." Dozens of needle-thin icicles shot from the tip of her wand, each one perfectly aimed. They streaked through the hot air, half-melting as they flew, but still hard enough to pierce the Imps. They popped and fizzled out with tiny hisses.

The magma golems were slower, trudging toward her. Khione didn’t retreat. She walked forward, each step deliberate. She pointed her wand at the ground in front of the lead golem.

"Permafrost Patch." A circle of deepest blue ice, only ten feet wide, flashed into existence on the superheated rock. The golem stepped onto it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

SSSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZZT!

The sound was immense. The ice didn’t just melt; it explosively vaporized, creating a blast of superheated steam that tore the magma golem apart, scattering it into hardening, harmless clumps of rock.

But for every one she defeated, two more seemed to rise from the river. A wave of heat washed over her, and for the first time, a trickle of sweat traced a path down her temple. Her prana was draining faster here, fighting the entire environment just to form her spells.

This is the point, she thought, her mind clear and sharp despite the heat. This is the pressure he feels.

Anger wouldn’t help here. Only precision. Only will.

She changed tactics. Letting the smaller imps come closer, she waited until a group of three magma golems was almost upon her. Then, she cast not out, but around herself.

"Glacial Dome." A hemisphere of transparent, incredibly hard ice sealed her inside, just as the golems began pounding on it.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Inside, it was suddenly, blessedly cool. She could see the fiery fists distorting through the thick ice. She could see the rage of the world outside. But she was safe. For a moment.

This was not a shelter. It was a trap. For them.

She placed both hands against the inner wall of the dome and poured her will into it. She didn’t reinforce it. She reversed the flow.

"Sublimation."

The entire dome didn’t melt. It turned directly from solid to gas, a phenomenon so sudden and violent it sucked an enormous amount of heat energy from its immediate surroundings.

The effect was instantaneous. The three magma golems, caught in the radius of intense, rapid cooling, froze solid. Not in ice, but in their own rock, their internal fire snuffed out in an instant. They stood as dark, brittle statues.

Khione stepped out between them, breathing hard. The maneuver had cost her deeply. She needed mobility. She needed to dominate the space.

She decided to create wings.

The air behind her frosted over, then crystallized. Two magnificent, sweeping wings made of layered, geometric ice erupted from her back. They were not for gentle gliding. They were for sudden, brutal motion.

With a thought, the wings beat down. A blast of frozen wind kicked up ash and rock. She lifted into the scorching air.

The perspective changed everything. She saw the entire fiery basin. She saw more magma golems forming. She saw pools of pure flame bubbling up. She was a single point of cold in a sky of heat.

They shot fireballs at her. She dove, her ice wings slicing through the air. She spiraled around plumes of flame, letting the heat waves buffet her. She was not just fighting monsters now; she was fighting the domain itself.

As she flew, she rained down spells with cold, surgical efficiency. "Ice Lance." A single, heavy spear that pierced a golem’s core.

"Blizzard Orb." A swirling ball of hail and wind she dropped into a molten pool, causing it to crust over and erupt.

"Frostbind Chains." Snaking tendrils of ice shot from her wand to entangle a group of imps, dragging them into a river of magma where they dissolved.

She was tireless in her focus, even as her body screamed with exhaustion. Each spell was a lesson. Each evasion taught her how heat moved, how fire behaved. She was learning the enemy not through books, but through survival.

After what felt like an age, her wings began to crack and melt at the edges. Her prana was a shallow, frozen puddle. She had pushed herself to her absolute limit in the most hostile place imaginable.

She guided her crumbling descent to the edge of the basin, landing softly on the black rock as her beautiful ice wings shattered into a million glistening pieces. The fire world still churned, but nothing immediately came for her. She had carved out a temporary respect.

She stood there, soaked in sweat and steam, her chest heaving. Time to resume training, she must reach the next realm as quickly as possible.