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.
Unmoving
The two mages walked behind the rest of the group, their bloody black robes dragging on the descending set of enormous stone stairs. The gray space would be completely dark if not for the light crystals that some of the Resistance members carried with them, making their shadows stretch out along the walls.
One of the two mages, the shorter one, slipped on one of the steps. He flailed around as his body weight fell past the point of no return. Just before he would have crashed into five of his fellow majors and the leader, a hand tugged on his black hood, pulling him back to his feet.
The taller mage sighed as he let go: "I'm telling you; you have to watch your steps. We cannot afford to mess up now." He hit the shorter mage on the back of his head. "Lord Dransel hates two things: incompetence and above that, lack of faith. It doesn't matter what you can do for our group, if you screw up, you'll…"