Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Hena did not answer immediately.

She looked at Wayne for two seconds, then reached out her hand.

Give me your hand.

Without hesitation, Wayne reached out his hand.

Hena grasped his hand, and the next second, Wayne felt the air around him ripple like water.

The carriage in front of us disappeared.

Celine and Sophie disappeared.

Instead, there was a space filled with pink mist, with no ground beneath your feet, as if you were walking on a thin layer of fog. The surrounding light and shadow were blurred, like looking at the world through frosted glass.

Wayne looked down at his hands, which seemed somewhat unreal.

"A dream?"

"Um."

Hena stood next to him: "Yeah, this is my home turf."

Then Wayne heard the sound.

It came from a certain direction, as if it were coming from behind a wall.

"Brother Wayne... Brother Wayne..."

It was Sophie's voice.

Rapid, scalding hot, sticky.

Wayne's lips twitched.

Immediately afterwards, a sound came from another direction.

"Your Excellency... please don't..."

It was Celine's voice.

There were also strange noises mixed in.

Wayne understood.

That was the sound of a horsewhip.

His expression froze for a moment.

"cough."

He cleared his throat and glanced to one side.

"This... could you please take care of it?"

Hena shrugged, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

"There's no other way. I'm using a human body now, not the demon itself. The scope of the dream is limited, and they're too close to us; I can't completely separate them."

"Aren't you in charge of dreams?"

"Even supervisors have to follow the basic rules." Hena sighed. "My body can only hold so much right now. It's already a struggle to pull the two of us in. Their dreams are right next door, like two rooms separated by only a thin sheet of paper. I can hear them, but they can't hear me. But I can't turn that thin sheet of paper into a wall."

Wayne was silent for two seconds.

Sophie's voice rose another notch.

"Brother Wayne, I don't want to be tortured anymore—!"

Then came Celine's voice.

"Your Majesty Bishop——!"

Then the two of them met the goddess at the same time.

Then it became quiet.

Wayne looked at Hena.

"You didn't drag me in here just to listen to this, did you?"

Hena put away her playful attitude and became more serious.

"What happens next cannot be discussed in reality."

Wayne looked at her.

Why?

"Because in reality, it's possible that you'll be watched by the gods."

"Gods?"

"Um."

Hena lowered her voice slightly, as if she were guarding against something unseen.

"The more specific the information, the more likely it is to attract the attention of the gods. Dreams say it can reduce the risk by at least half. The other half depends on luck."

Wayne raised an eyebrow slightly.

The gods are watching.

He had heard this claim before.

The Vatican's scriptures have mentioned more than once that "when mortals recite the name of God, the gods will respond." But that refers to reciting the name of God, not that everything can be heard. What Hena said has actually reached the point where it cannot be said casually.

Wayne nodded.

"clear."

Hena took a breath and then asked:

How much do you know about the Millennium Purple Sun?

Wayne thought for a moment.

"The sun in the sky will undergo a strange change, turning purple. Then the abyss will begin to stir, and a demonic tide will erupt. The records of the Holy See say that the purple sun every thousand years is a harbinger of calamity, and each appearance is accompanied by large-scale death and turmoil."

Hena shook her head.

What you see is only the surface.

Wayne didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

Hena raised her hand and drew a circle in the air. The circle glowed with a purple halo at her fingertips, like a miniature sun suspended in mid-air.

"The Thousand-Year Purple Sun is actually a day of worship for the gods."

Wayne's brow furrowed slightly.

"A festival day for the gods?"

"Um."

Hena gently touched the purple orb with her finger, and a crack appeared in the orb, from which dark red light shone through.

"The gods of this world are not immortal. They die. But some gods are unwilling to admit that they are dead, or rather, they are unwilling to simply disappear. So on the day of the Millennium Purple Sun, they will cause some strange events to prove that they are still alive."

"Unusual activity?"

"On the day of the Millennium Purple Sun, a massive spatial rift will appear beneath the sun." Hena drew an arc in the air with her finger. "On the other side of the rift lies the remains of a god. The magic power that has accumulated there for thousands of years will all erupt on that day."

Hena withdrew her hand and her gaze fell on Wayne's face.

Do you know what that means?

Wayne shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

"This means the entire world will evolve."

Hena's tone grew increasingly heated.

"Plants will grow wildly, monsters will grow stronger, and the ranks of magical beasts will break through their previous limits in a short time. At the same time, magical elements will become incredibly active—magic will become widespread across the continent. Ordinary people will also be able to use magic; it will no longer be a talent reserved for a select few."

Wayne remained silent for a moment.

"It doesn't sound like a bad thing."

"That's not all."

Hena's voice went even lower.

"Most importantly, the barriers in the world will become thinner."

"The barriers of the world?"

"Hmm. You can think of it as a layer of shielding."

Hena stretched out her hands, making a layered gesture in the air: "This barrier has always existed between worlds, separating our world from other... places. On the day of the Millennium Purple Sun, the barrier will thin. Those who reach a certain level of strength may even be able to break through that barrier."

Wayne's gaze changed.

"Has the combat power ceiling been raised?"

"right."

Hena continued:

"Most importantly, the barriers in the world will become thinner."

"barrier?"

"The barriers between planes. Between the human realm and the abyss, between the human realm and the divine realm. On that day, the barriers will become as thin as paper. In the meantime, the relationship between this world and other worlds will also be like that."

Hena looked intently at Wayne and said, word by word:

"The path to godhood will begin."

Wayne's brow furrowed slightly.

"The path to godhood?"

"That's right." Hena's voice carried an indescribable weight. "And on this day, the abyss of chaos will be born."

"Born into the world?"

"The Abyss is not just the Abyss." Hena's tone was calm, but her words were anything but. "It is the territory of the Lord of the Abyss. And the Lord of the Abyss has a pact with the gods."

Hena, however, did not speak immediately.

She was silent for a moment, then said something that made Wayne frown.

"The contract states that every millennium of purple sun, the Abyss has the right to send guides to the human world. The guides' task is to guide the fallen fragments of gods who wander among the mortal realm."

She looked at Wayne.

"And you..."

Her gaze became complicated.

"Your water magic possesses the power to turn the rotten into the miraculous. Do you think this is just a coincidence?"

"..."

"Wayne," Hena called his name, her tone devoid of any jest, "your water magic has never been ordinary water magic. What you possess is divine water that subdues all non-human beings. It transcends even holy light."

"And it's no coincidence that it awakened within you."

Hena paused for a moment, as if considering her words, before finally speaking.

"I suspect... you are a fragment of a fallen god reincarnated."