Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 337: New Spell
Meanwhile, fifty kilometers northwest of Oakhaven, in a sleepy hamlet nestled by a rushing river, a shadow passed through. Subject #009 had left her observation post. The data on the target’s team dynamics was sufficient. Now, she needed to refine her tools. The upcoming extraction might require more than brute force. It might require subtlety, precision, and control in crowded or confined spaces.
She arrived at the hamlet at dusk, once more in her disguise of dusty, common clothes, her hair and eyes dulled. She took a room in the only inn, paying with coins taken from a previous "experiment."
She was just another weary traveler.
As full night fell and the hamlet slept, she slipped out. The night was clear, the moon a sharp sliver. The wind off the river was cool and constant. Perfect conditions.
She walked to the center of the hamlet, a small square of packed dirt with a well. She stood still, closing her eyes. She extended her senses through the Law of Wind. She felt it all—the gentle flow of the river breeze, the eddies around the cottages, the still air inside the sleeping homes.
Tonight’s experiment was not about area denial or crushing force. It was about surgical application. She had theorized a new spell:
"Zephyr’s Loom."
The concept was to weave the wind itself into near-invisible, razor-sharp filaments, creating a web of lethal strings.
She raised her hands, fingers moving with delicate, practiced motions, as if she were a weaver at an invisible loom. She didn’t summon a gale. She condensed the existing air. She pulled threads of wind from the atmosphere, compressing them, spinning them into taut, stable lines thinner than a hair and sharper than a surgeon’s scalpel.
It was immensely difficult, requiring flawless concentration. She started small. Between two fence posts on the edge of the square, she wove a single horizontal line, about chest high. She maintained it, feeling the strain on her will. It was stable.
She needed a test subject.
An old man, unable to sleep, came out of his cottage to fetch a late-night pail of water from the well. He shuffled across the square, yawning, unaware.
He walked straight into the invisible wind-thread.
There was no dramatic sound. Just a soft ssssk and a faint sigh of parted air. The man stopped. A look of confusion crossed his face. Then a thin, red line appeared across his tunic at chest level. A moment later, the top half of his body slid cleanly away from the bottom half, both collapsing to the dirt with wet, heavy thuds. The separation was so precise it took a second for the blood to well up and spill.
Subject #009 observed dispassionately.
Effective. Clean. Minimal energy expenditure. The thread had held. It had severed bone, cloth, and flesh without resistance.
She dissolved the first thread and expanded the experiment. She began weaving in earnest. She created a simple grid in the square—five lines running north-south, five east-west, creating a lattice of death spaced about two feet apart.
Then, she created a disturbance. She used a basic "Gust" spell to knock a clay pot off a windowsill. It shattered on the cobblestones with a loud crash.
Lights flickered on in windows. Doors opened. Concerned villagers, roused by the noise, emerged to see what happened.
They walked into her web.
The results were silent and horrific. A woman took two steps from her door and fell into several pieces. A man, running to help, was neatly sliced into segments at the knees, waist, and shoulders before he even saw the bodies. They were like insects blundering into a spider’s web they couldn’t see or sense.
Subject #009 stood motionless in the center of the square, her fingers subtly moving, maintaining the lethal lattice. She watched the patterns of their panic. She saw how they moved when startled—the direct paths they took, the clustering. She adjusted the grid in real-time, dissolving threads in one area and weaving new ones where the survivors tried to flee, herding them back into the killing zone.
She tested variations. She made one thread vibrate at a high frequency. A villager who touched it didn’t just get cut; his arm disintegrated into a fine red mist up to the elbow. Useful for instant incapacitation, she noted.
She tried weaving threads that were not straight, but curved, creating swirling, invisible vortices of slicing air. These were harder to control and consumed more prana, but they created zones of unpredictable shredding that were impossible to dodge without sight.
The hamlet’s sleepy silence was replaced by a brief, choked symphony of terrible, wet sounds and final gasps, then fell quiet again, much deeper than before.
After ten minutes, it was over. No one was left moving in the square or the surrounding cottages. The "Zephyr’s Loom" spell had been a complete success. She had perfected a method of area denial and execution that was silent, invisible, and required the enemies to simply move into their own doom.
She dissolved all the wind threads with a thought. The only evidence was the carnage on the ground. She felt no triumph, no disgust. Her prana levels were acceptable.
The spell’s parameters were now known: stability, range, prana cost per thread, optimal patterns for crowd control.
She turned and walked back to the inn, stepping around the carnage without a second glance. She collected her few belongings, left a few more coins on the bed, and slipped out into the night, heading back toward the Oakhaven region.
The experiment was concluded. The data was integrated. The Storm Mage had added a new, horrifically elegant weapon to her arsenal. She was now ready for the next phase: moving from observation to action.
The target’ peaceful picnic on the mountain was over. The wind was rising, and it carried the scent of blood and sharpened air.
She would act soon and secure her target after seeing how he fight, she couldn’t get too close because the group’s instinct was sharp, even observing them from afar almost fail, she knew they must be feeling spied on, so caution must be exercised, she couldn’t blindly attempt abduction more information was needed.
