Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 331: Adam’s Team 2

Their team found the goblin village not by sight, but by smell—a pungent mix of rotting meat, smoke, and unwashed bodies. It was nestled in a natural cave complex partway up the gorge wall, a messy sprawl of crude hide tents and stolen goods piled around the entrance.

They had barely finished surveying the site from a hidden ledge when a sharp, guttural cry echoed off the stone. They'd been spotted. A sentry goblin, perched on a higher rock, pointed a bony finger and shrieked an alarm.

Instantly, the cave mouth swarmed with small, green-skinned figures. Dozens of them. They were scrawny but fast, armed with chipped swords, jagged spears, and crudely strung bows.

"Levy, shields!" Adam barked, hefting his massive, double-headed warhammer.

Levy didn't need to be told twice. She stepped forward, her gentle expression hardening into one of intense concentration. She raised her hands, palms outward. "Aqua Barrier: Dome!"

A shimmering, semi-transparent dome of swirling water erupted around the three of them. It happened just in time. A volley of rusty arrows and thrown spears clattered against it. The projectiles hit the swirling liquid shell, lost their momentum, and harmlessly fell to the snow. The goblins blinked in confused surprise.

"My turn!" Adam roared, a fierce grin splitting his beard. He didn't just charge; he launched himself.

He activated his law: "Gravity Anchor: Release!"

The normal pull on his body lessened. He became incredibly light on his feet. He sprinted forward with shocking, silent speed for a dwarf, leaving deep footprints in the snow. As he reached the first cluster of goblins, he reversed the effect. "Gravity Anchor: Increase!"

His warhammer, already heavy, became impossibly dense. He swung it in a low, horizontal arc. It didn't just hit the goblins; it pulverized them. The air whistled with the weight of the blow. Three goblins were smashed aside like ragdolls. Adam laughed, a booming, joyful sound of release, and plowed into the heart of the swarm, his hammer becoming a blur of crushing force. He was a one-dwarf avalanche.

This left the archers and spearmen on the fringes. They turned their aim from the useless water dome to the rampaging dwarf.

This was Azalea's moment. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned an elegant, pale bow from her spatial ring. She nocked an arrow that wasn't there—just air. As a wielder of the Law of Wind, the air itself was her quiver using her prana.

She took a position right beside Levy, inside the protective dome. "Cover me," she said coolly.

"Always," Levy replied, her eyes now on Adam, watching his movements. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Azalea drew back the bowstring. Wind coalesced around her fingers, forming a sleek, shimmering arrow of compressed air. She took aim, her violet eyes sharp. Fwip! The wind arrow shot across the gorge with a soft sigh. It struck a goblin archer just as he was about to loose his own arrow, piercing his shoulder and spinning him around.

Azalea didn't stop. She became a machine of silent death.

Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!

Wind arrows zipped through the air so quickly, each one hitting its mark—whether it was disarming a spear thrower, slicing through a bowstring, or gently nudging a goblin from its perch. She was incredibly precise, efficient, and showed no mercy at all.

Levy, meanwhile, was the conductor of their defense. She kept the water dome stable over herself and Azalea, but her focus was split. She watched Adam's furious dance. When two goblins tried to flank him, she flicked a finger.

"Water Whip!" A tendril of water shot from her dome, lashing out like a serpent and wrapping around the ankles of the goblins, yanking them off their feet just before they could stab at Adam's back.

Adam, feeling the assist, bellowed, "Thanks, Levy!" and crushed the prone goblins with a single, mighty stomp that cracked the frozen ground.

The goblins, realizing the dwarf was unstoppable and the archer was picking them off, tried a desperate rush on Azalea and Levy. A mob of ten charged the water dome, shrieking.

Levy's eyes narrowed. She clapped her hands together, then pushed them apart.

"Tidal Wave: Miniature!" The front half of her protective dome surged forward, reforming into a rushing, chest-high wave of water that slammed into the charging goblins. It didn't drown them, but it knocked them over, scattered them, and left them sputtering and disoriented in the freezing slush.

Azalea calmly picked them off with her wind arrows as they struggled to rise.

Adam, seeing the main force broken, focused on the cave entrance, where a larger, uglier goblin with a stolen merchant's helmet was trying to rally the survivors.

Adam pointed his hammer at the ground between them.

"Earth Spike!" A sharp pillar of rock erupted from the frozen earth, launching the goblin chief into the air. Before he could land, Adam was there. He jumped, reversing his gravity to soar higher, and brought his hammer down with a final, earth-shaking "Gravity Crush!"

THOOOOOM.

The chief was driven into the ground, leaving a small crater. The remaining goblins, seeing their leader defeated, dropped their weapons and fled, scrambling up the cliffs and vanishing into the higher crevices.

Silence returned to the pass, broken only by the crackle of Levy's dissipating water dome and Adam's heavy, satisfied breathing.

The three cadets stood amidst the defeated village. Adam was splattered with mud and snow, grinning widely. Azalea lowered her bow, her expression one of cool satisfaction as her wind-arrow dissolved. Levy let out a long, slow breath, the water around her settling back into peaceful snowfall.

No words were exchanged. None were needed. For the first time since they'd been paired, they had functioned not as rivals, but as a perfect, complementary unit. The earth, the wind, and the water. The crusher, the sniper, and the protector. They had cleared the village, and they had done it not just with power, but with a seamless, almost beautiful coordination. The snow began to fall again, softly covering the evidence of the battle, as the trio shared a single, unified nod. The job was done.