Seven-ringed formation

"I wish life was as simple as some of the novels made it out to be," Layn muttered under his nose as he continued to weave his mana in complicated structures. Soaked to the bone and exposed to the surprisingly cold winds of the grassy desert, even Layn found it hard to focus.

'It would be great to just said "he went back home" and skip over to that part already,' Layn continued to grieve. The first of his spells soon started working. Now that the energy was no longer a problem for him, Layn rarely concerned himself with the efficiency of what he was doing.

And that's how, rather than creating a simple, levitating spell to fly back, Layn spent thrice as much time as needed in the water to construct a magical platform on which he could stand up and dry his clothes!