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.
Battlefield
The beam of destruction hit and barriers erupted across the Reach. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Reach...
The Demis stood in shock. None knew where their protective barrier had come from. It was a miracle that they had survived the sudden, blinding flash. The goddess finally responded to their prayers. Olpi however, knew otherwise. She looked over at Cerlius's unconscious figure with mixed emotions. He had saved them, and he paid a heavy cost for it. 'I always knew that he was cut from a different cloth,' she thought. 'But to think he would be capable of a barrier spell. That's just...' She cast her thoughts aside. While the Demis tried to process what happened, she ran towards Cerlius.
Olpi was just as shocked as anyone else, maybe even more so, yet she moved. It was as if she had been through something similar before, in her worst nightmares.