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 Hollow Stone
Kilot took a swig of his water, then splashed the rest onto his ash-covered face. 'I must be getting old,' he thought. 'I could have sworn the ground shook for a moment there.' He threw the empty waterskin into his spatial ring and returned to the cooling rack, where a half-dozen medallions awaited their finishing touches. Normally, weapons and armor were Kilot's first priority. He had already made a dagger as a warm-up, but Doevm had specified the medallions first, for whatever reason. Kilot didn't care enough to ask why.
Kilot hovered the back of his hand over a medallion, moved to the second, and so on until he reached the end. Five of them were still too hot to work with, as expected, yet the sixth must have fallen off the rack. It stared at him from the ground, as if asking him how it had gotten there. Kilot frowned.