Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 390: New Spells

After what felt like hours, Khione opened her eyes in the blue depths of the lake.

Something had changed.

The cold no longer pressed against her. It flowed through her, as if she had become part of it, as if the ancient chill of this place recognized her as kin. Her body felt different—lighter, yet more solid. Her core pulsed with a new rhythm, deeper and stronger than before.

She had reached the peak of Adept Mage. One step from Master Mage. One step from her own demiplane (A/N: Equivalent of Domain for Purple level Knight)

But more than that, she had understood.

The cold of this lake was not just temperature. It was time, frozen. It was stillness given form. It was the patience of ages, the waiting of the world, the moment between heartbeats stretched into eternity.

And she had learned how to use it.

She swam upward, breaking the surface of the lake with a gasp that was more excitement than need for air. Her ice wings materialized behind her, and she launched herself from the water, landing on the shore in a single fluid motion.

Water streamed from her body as she stood there, steam rising where the impossible cold of the lake met the merely freezing air. She reached for her spatial ring and withdrew fresh clothes, dressing quickly, her mind already racing with possibilities.

Two spells. New spells. Born from her enlightenment in the depth of the ice lake.

The first she called Frozen Time.

It was not true time manipulation—nothing so grand. But it was close. She would release microscopic ice particles into the air, so small they were invisible, so light they floated like dust. They would seek out living things, entering through pores, through breath, through the tiniest openings in skin or scales.

Once inside, they would do two things.

First, they would slow the enemy. Not by freezing them solid, but by interfering with their nervous system, their muscles, their very thoughts. Movements would become sluggish. Reactions would lag. The world would seem to move faster around them while they struggled to keep up.

Second, and this was the true brilliance—they would make her faster. The ice particles, connected to her will, would create a field around her where time seemed to accelerate. Not literally, but perceptually. She would see enemy attacks coming as if through slow motion. Her own movements would feel effortless, perfectly timed.

Frozen Time. She would be the still point in a turning world.

The second spell was more direct. More deadly.

She had no name for it yet. It was simply destruction.

The same microscopic ice particles, but with a different purpose. Instead of slowing, they would invade. Enter an enemy's body through every available path—pores, mouth, eyes, wounds. Once inside, they would seek out individual cells.

And then, on her command, they would freeze each cell from within.

Not the whole body at once. That would be too slow, too obvious. Instead, the ice would spread cell by cell, freezing internal organs, blood vessels, brain tissue. The enemy would feel cold, then colder, then nothing at all. By the time they realized they were under attack, they would already be dead.

It was a terrible spell. Efficient. Merciless.

Khione smiled, and there was nothing warm in it.

She needed to test them.

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She flew deeper into the frozen world, leaving the lake behind. The terrain changed as she went—from smooth ice fields to broken ridges to towering cliffs of blue-white crystal. The cold deepened, the light dimmed, and the air grew heavy with the promise of danger.

She found them in a vast canyon, its walls carved by beautiful glaciers into fantastic shapes. A tribe of Ice Trolls had made their home here.

They were massive creatures, easily twelve feet tall, with thick blue-white hides and claws like frozen steel. Their eyes glowed with a pale, hungry light, and their mouths dripped icicles that were actually their saliva freezing in the cold. Eight of them roamed the canyon floor, grunting and snarling at each other, occasionally smashing ice boulders for no reason other than boredom.

Perfect test subjects, she thought.

Khione landed silently on a ledge overlooking the canyon. She observed for a moment, noting their movements, their patterns, their strengths. Ice Trolls were tough—their hides could deflect most spells, and their strength was exceptional coupled with their absurd regeneration. This wasn't too concerning.

She raised her wand and released the first spell.

Frozen Time.

Invisible particles streamed from her palm, carried by the wind, spreading through the canyon like a silent mist. The trolls noticed nothing. They continued their mindless activities, unaware of the death floating around them.

Khione waited, counting heartbeats. When she judged the particles had spread enough, she activated the spell.

The effect was immediate.

The trolls slowed. Not all at once, but gradually, like a clock winding down. Their movements became jerky, uncoordinated. One tried to lift its arm to scratch its head and took three full seconds to complete the motion. Another attempted to roar and produced only a slow, drawn-out groan that sounded ridiculous rather than threatening.

Khione leaped from the ledge.

She landed among them, her ice wings folding, her body moving with impossible speed. Where the trolls saw the world in slow motion, she saw it as normal—no, faster than normal. Their sluggish attacks drifted toward her like lazy clouds. She danced between them, untouched, untouchable.

A claw swiped at her. She watched it come, waited until it was inches from her face, then stepped aside. The troll overbalanced, falling forward, and she was already gone.

She didn't attack. Not yet. She wanted to observe, to understand, to feel the spell's full effect.

The trolls stumbled and staggered, trying to catch her, trying to coordinate. They couldn't. Their bodies betrayed them, their thoughts unable to reach their limbs in time. They were trapped in slow motion while she moved freely.

After a full minute of this—a minute that must have felt like an eternity to the trolls—she ended the first test.

Now for the second.

She gathered herself, focused her will, and released the second spell.

The invisible particles shifted. Their purpose changed. They stopped slowing and began to invade.

The largest troll, the leader of the group, was the first to feel it. It stopped moving, a confused expression crossing its brutish face. Its hand went to its chest, rubbing, as if trying to warm itself.

Then its eyes widened.

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It opened its mouth to roar, but no sound came out—only a cloud of frozen vapor. Its skin began to pale, to whiten, to crystallize. The ice spread from within, cell by cell, organ by organ. Its heart froze. Its lungs froze. Its brain froze.

It stood frozen for one terrible moment, a statue of ice and flesh.

Then it shattered into fine ice particles, a majestic spectacle.

The other trolls watched their alpha explode into a thousand crystalline shards, and panic seized them. They tried to run—but the spell was already inside them. One by one, they stopped. Froze. Shattered like their leader.

Within thirty seconds, all eight trolls were nothing but glittering debris scattered across the canyon floor.

Khione stood in the center of the destruction, untouched, unmarked, her breath steady and calm. She looked at the ice crystals around her, at the remains of creatures that could have crushed her with a single blow.

The spells worked. Better than she had hoped.

She raised her hand and dismissed the remaining particles. The canyon fell silent, save for the whisper of wind over ice.

A small smile crossed her lips.

She was not Nero. She could not match his impossible growth, his three laws, his terrifying potential. But she was Khione E. Undine. She was the Ice Queen. She had her own methods and wouldn't be undone.

There was more work to do. More training, more refinement, more growth. But for now, for this moment, she allowed herself a single quiet satisfaction.

She was catching up in her own way.

She spread her ice wings and launched into the sky, leaving the shattered trolls behind. The frozen world stretched before her, vast and beautiful and full of challenges waiting to be overcome. She would face them all and grow stronger.