A Bored Lich
"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.
The Western Hallway: Part 1
"Let none pass," Olpi yelled out. She jumped in front of a Demi and blasted a line of demons with frost magic, adding another dozen statues along the west hallway that the enemy struggled to pass.
Menla slogged to her side and ushered the three exhausted Demis back through the classroom's gaping hole of a doorway: "Switch out." Turning to face the oncoming hordes of demons, she clicked her tongue, summoned a nominal amount of mana, and fired away. "What the hell is this? Did the demons manage to overrun the southern hallway? The Undead seemed better than that."
"I doubt it," Olpi said. "They seemed strong."
"The demons' numbers have gone up by three times ever since that loud crack," one of the Demis called out. He lay down on the desk drenched in his sweat and rung the demon blood out of his robe. "It's never ending."