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Fallen Conqueror

Gods were slain… Devils were vanquished... Worlds clashed into oblivion! Bilim Vladir was the hope of humanity, the great Flaming Conqueror. Finally, after years of war and battle, Bil created an empire and could start a family. Unfortunately, Bil was betrayed and his family was assassinated. However, Bil secretly survived along with his newborn children, a brazen, ambitious boy named Jash and a calm, collected daughter named Nelphy. After eighteen years of secrets and hiding, Bil settles down by the city. Finally, Bil can retire and enjoy life as best as he can while living in the shadow of society. But the journeys of Bil’s two children, now official citizens and adults, have only just begun. They no longer have to wander and travel aimlessly. Finally, they get to live life as they’ve always dreamed of! Jash rushes into the world of veita and training! With a grin on his face, Jash has the determination to leave his mark on the world, no matter what he has to do. He’ll train with experts, decimate the battlefield, and… secretly destroy the empire?! Nelphy, however, accidentally learned Bil’s identity and now seeks to learn EVERYTHING that Bil has kept secret. She scours books and legends for every hint available. She’ll search for the aunt she never knew she had. She’ll… be hunted by her own brother!? And Bil… may be forced out of "retirement" to try and clean up the mess. ---Book 3 of 10 in the Quillverse--- ** PAUSED (till the end of DBA, at the latest) ** Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! **Note: You do NOT need to read my "Quillverse" series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline.

TheSilverQuill · Fantasia
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Not Sharp Enough

Barely catching the hint in time, Jash dove deeper into the cave as Bil's walking stick was thrust into the cave wall. Rubble spilled out at Bil removed the stick and precisely followed Jash, always keeping the young man within striking distance.

One swing tore through the floor. The next attack carved through the ceiling. Another strike of the stick jostled Jash's hair from the wind it created. Jash was repeatedly forced back, evading death time and time again.

"Circulate your veita. That's your only hope of scratching me!" shouted Bil, not letting up.

It took some time for Jash to get into a rhythm. But he also realized another disadvantage that he was about to face.

Desperately, Jash dove into Bil. He readied his blade to absorb Bil's next attack, thinking it would be easier to block both the stick and Bil's arm after closing the distance. Jash's other arm grabbed Bil's coat and pulled himself in faster.