Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God

Ethan hoped he could learn some more new things but when he asked her again about how to switch on the cauldron and what herbs to throw in, the old hag completely lost it and threw him out of the workspace.

"Useless brat! Can't even light a fire under a cauldron? Do I have to spoon-feed you everything?" Her bony fingers gripped her cane so tightly that Ethan swore it might snap. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and before he could utter another word, she pointed at the door, her arm trembling with fury. "Out! Get out before I lose my mind completely!"

Ethan quickly got the hell out of there. Did this witch have bipolar disorder or what? He did not want to piss her off and get blasted to smithereens. What a batty old freak! He did not linger around and headed straight up to the small attic room.

He did not see Lia or the little girl around. Where did they go? He did not have to worry about them. He immediately spotted them in the garden when he looked out the window. The old hag had them tending to her plants, probably herbs.

The sun was low, casting long shadows over the garden. Lia's face glowed as she moved between the rows of plants, her hands gentle as she pruned leaves and pulled weeds. The little girl followed her, clumsily copying her every movement, her tiny hands fumbling with the garden tools. They looked peaceful, and content.

Ethan let out a sigh and sat on the bed. His gaze wandered to the small room on the side for freshening up. There was a small sink inside and it was the perfect place. He quickly got up and went over there. He was still pretty tired but he couldn't wait to try it out.

He wanted to copy the old hag and see if he could also cast the same spell in the same way.

Ethan stood before the tiny sink, his reflection staring back at him from the cracked, dusty mirror. His face was flushed with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, focusing his mind. It couldn't be that hard, right? Just say the words and will it to happen. Easy. He stood tall, his shoulders back, his hand outstretched over the sink.

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He closed his eyes, the memory of the water swirling through the air fresh in his mind. He imagined it flowing from his fingertips, twisting and curling before dropping into the sink.

He felt his heart race, his skin tingling as he spoke the words softly, his voice trembling with excitement. "Aqua Vis… Fluere ad voluntatem."

Nothing happened. Was he saying the words wrong?

His eyes flew open, his hand still hovering over the empty sink. His heart sank. He tried again, louder this time. "Aqua Vis! Fluere ad voluntatem!" He willed the water to come, pouring all his focus, his energy, and his desire into the words. But still… nothing.

What the hell? It took a while for him to master that spirit magic or whatever, just controlling something with mind but this one had a spell and everything. Couldn't he just say the magic words and have it work?

"Hmmm." He carefully thought about it. What was he doing wrong?

Maybe it wasn't just about the words. Maybe… maybe it was about the feeling behind them. He only got the spirit magic working earlier because of rage at the damned old lady. Maybe this one needed a little rage too.

Ethan's eyes narrowed as he glared at the empty sink. Rage, huh? That he could do. If anger was the key, he had plenty of it to spare.

"Aqua Vis! Fluere ad voluntatem!" He shouted at the sink.

One minute. Two minutes. Still, nothing happened.

"Ah, fuck. Here we go again." He took another deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He could do this. He had to. He closed his eyes again, this time clearing his mind, focusing not on the words but on the feeling.

He felt his heartbeat, steady and strong. He felt the air around him, the faint moisture clinging to it. He imagined pulling that moisture together, drawing it to his hand, shaping it, commanding it. He raised his hand once more, his voice low, firm, determined.

"Aqua Vis. Fluere ad voluntatem." His fingers moved slowly, tracing a spiral in the air, just as she had done.

Finally, a single drop of water appeared above his palm, glistening in the dim light before falling into the sink with a soft plink. Ethan's eyes flew open, his mouth falling open in shock.

"Fuck, ya!" He did a fist pump. He repeated everything again in the same way and in a few minutes, water was gushing out of his hand just like how it came out of the old hag's hand. Well, hers was more controlled and graceful and he was like a garden hose out of control.

Ethan did not care. For the next few minutes, he kept going through the spell again and again and only stopped when his mana had completely tanked out.

"Hmmm… this takes a lot less mana." He had conjured a lot of water before finally running out of mana. It felt counterintuitive when he compared it to how few dust specks he was able to move.

Ethan slumped against the wall, his back hitting the cold, damp stone with a dull thud. His body was drained, his limbs heavy, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Yet, a wild grin stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand coming away wet not just from sweat but from the water that now soaked the floor. The tiny sink was overflowing, the floor a puddle of glistening water, reflecting the dim light from the cracked window.

He almost laughed at the mess he made, but he didn't care. He had conjured all of it, created it with his own mana.