"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
In a flash the finest magic academy in the Acrin Kingdom had been reduced to a shell of its former self; with piles of cracked stone, splintered desks, and shattered glass littering a maze of collapsed hallways. The sea of white clouds at the base of the building had been pulled into four towering funnels before being scattered by a violent detonation. The pungent stench of blackpowder mixed into the misty air. Shadows darted from cover to cover, hesitating when spells flashed. The echo of metal on bone and flesh would never stop.
"I remember..." Two hands covered Doevm's mouth as soon as he had spoken. He was familiar with both of them.