Primordial Heir: Nine Stars

Meanwhile, in a village torn apart by battle, a girl faced off against a formidable monster of equal strength to a Purple-level Knight.

The village had once been a peaceful place—small houses with thatched roofs, a central well, and fields stretching to the horizon. Now, those houses lay in ruins, their roofs scattered across the ground like broken toys. The well had collapsed into a heap of stones. The fields were scorched and cratered, smoking under a darkening sky.

Elysia Raizen stood at the heart of the destruction.

Her black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, long strands whipping around her face like living things. Her golden eyes were fixed on the creature before her, cold and calculating despite the chaos. Lightning crackled around her—not as an attack, but as an aura—golden sparks dancing across her skin, her clothes, and the blade of her raised sword.

Before her towered a Wyvern.

It was massive, easily the size of the largest house that had once stood in this village. Its scales were black as night, shimmering with an oily iridescence under the stormy sky. Its wings, stretched wide, blotted out the sun. Its eyes burned with ancient, mindless fury. And its body was covered in wounds.

Deep gashes carved into its chest leaked dark, viscous blood. Craters in its hide smoked with residual lightning energy. One of its wings hung at an unnatural angle, torn and useless, the membrane shredded beyond repair. The beast was dying—but dying creatures were often the most dangerous.

Elysia was not unscathed.

Her clothes were torn in a dozen places, revealing the soft armor beneath—a thin, flexible material that had absorbed blows that would have killed a normal person.

Blood seeped from a cut on her arm, from a gash on her ribs, from a shallow wound on her cheek. Her breathing was slightly faster than normal, her chest rising and falling with controlled rhythm.

But she was smiling.

That cold, beautiful smile that had made grown warriors tremble. The smile of someone who lived for moments like this. The smile of a predator who had finally found prey worthy of her attention, she was having immense fun.

The Wyvern’s eyes focused on her. Its injured wing twitched uselessly. Pain and rage warred in its ancient gaze. And then something shifted—the fury deepened, the pain was pushed aside, and the beast went berserk.

Its remaining good wing beat once, twice, lifting its massive body off the ground. Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of teeth longer than swords. A roar erupted from its throat, a sound so loud it shook the remaining walls of the village, sent cracks racing through the stone well, and made the very air vibrate.

Elysia’s smile widened.

She raised her sword.

And she unleashed her domain.

Not fully. Not yet. Just a taste. A partial domain.

~Ziiii ~Ziiii

The sky, already dark with storm clouds, grew darker. The clouds churned and swirled, pulled by an invisible force. And then the lightning began to fall.

Bolts of pure, golden electricity rained from the heavens. Not random strikes—targeted.

Each bolt aimed at the Wyvern with terrifying precision. They slammed into its scaled hide, exploding in showers of sparks and smoking scales.

”Rawwwwr!”

The beast roared again, but this roar was different—it held pain, confusion, the shock of being attacked by the very sky itself, the sky it ought to dominate.

The Wyvern lunged forward. Despite sustaining injuries and the torrential lightning rain, it advanced with astonishing speed. Its claws, each longer than Elysia’s entire body, swept towards her in a horizontal arc designed to divide her in half.

But she was already gone.

Lightning carried her, a golden blur that traced impossible paths through the air. She appeared above the Wyvern’s head, her sword coming down in a vertical slash that carved a deep trench across its snout. Dark blood sprayed. The beast recoiled.

It wasn’t finished.

Whoosh!

Its tail whipped around, faster than something its size should be capable of.

’’!”

Elysia twisted in mid-air, the tail passing inches from her body. The wind of its passage tore at her torn clothes, sent her hair flying wildly.

She landed on its back.

Puk!

Her sword plunged into the base of its neck, sinking deep between scales. Lightning poured from the blade, flooding the wound, coursing through the Wyvern’s body.

’’!!!!!!!!”

The beast screamed—a horrible, piercing sound that spoke of agony beyond measure.

It bucked, trying to throw her off. Its remaining wing beat frantically, lifting them both into the air. They rose above the ruined village, above the smoking fields, into the churning darkness of the storm.

Elysia held on with a smirk.

One hand gripping her sword, the other clutching a spinal ridge. Lightning continued to pour from her, from the sky, from everywhere. The Wyvern twisted and turned, trying to dislodge her, trying to crush her against the ground, trying anything to escape the golden death on its back.

She pulled her sword free and stabbed again. And again. And again.

Each strike was precise. Each strike found a weak point—a gap between scales, a wound already opened, a joint where the armor was thin. The Wyvern’s blood rained down on the village below, dark and steaming.

The beast was weakening. Its flight grew erratic. Its roars became wet, gurgling sounds. It was dying.

But a berserk creature didn’t know how to stop.

With one final, desperate effort, the Wyvern flipped in mid-air, rolling so that Elysia was between its body and the ground far below. It would crush her. It would end this, even if it ended itself in the process.

Elysia’s golden eyes widened—not with fear, but with something else. Excitement. This was the moment. This was why she fought.

She let go.

She dropped from the Wyvern’s back, falling faster than the beast could turn. Below her, the ground rushed up—but she wasn’t falling toward the ground. She was falling toward the Wyvern’s underside. Toward the one place, its scales were thinnest toward its heart.

She raised her sword above her head, both hands gripping the hilt. Lightning gathered around the blade, around her body, around everything. She became a spear of golden light falling from the sky.

The Wyvern saw her. Its eyes widened with something that might have been understanding. Might have been fear.

Too late.

Elysia plunged her sword into its chest.

The blade sank deep, deeper than should have been possible. Lightning erupted from the wound in a massive, blinding explosion. The Wyvern’s body convulsed once, twice, and then went limp.

They fell together, beast and hunter, tangled in a final embrace of death. The ground rushed up to meet them.

*CRASH.*

The impact destroyed what was left of the village. Stones flew. Dust rose in a massive cloud.

BOOOOOM!

The ground shook for a mile in every direction.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then the dust began to settle.

Elysia stood in the center of a new crater, surrounded by the shattered remains of the Wyvern. Its body lay in pieces around her, the lightning finally fading from its scales. She was covered in its blood, in her own blood, in dust and dirt and the remnants of battle.

Her chest heaved. Her arms trembled. Her sword, still clutched in her hand, was dark, the lightning faded.

But her golden eyes still burned with that cold, beautiful fire. And her lips still held that smile.

She looked down at the corpse of the Wyvern, at the destruction around her, at the evidence of her own power written in blood and lightning.

Then she looked up at the sky, where the storm was finally beginning to clear.

Her domain faded. The clouds parted. Sunlight broke through, warm and golden, painting the ruin in soft light.

Elysia Raizen stood alone in the center of her victory, breathing hard, smiling still.

Another monster fallen. Another step forward. Another proof that she was worthy of the name Raizen.

She sheathed her sword and walked out of the crater, leaving the Wyvern’s corpse to the crows and the curious. The village was gone. The monster was dead. And she was now bored again.

Behind her, the last remnants of lightning crackled faintly, then faded into silence.

’’He should be back by now, I wonder what surprise my little brother brought back, how much he is going to struggle to end at my feet. Fufufu! I look forward. What I can’t have I shall destroy it.’’ the last sentence uttered was chilling.