Nayoung closed her eyes tightly, feeling the warmth of Seojun's palm against her back. His voice was calm and steady. "Feel the threads... one by one," he repeated.
She took a deep breath, focusing as hard as she could. At first, everything was blurry—like trying to see through thick fog. But then, something clicked. Her eyes snapped open in shock, though she couldn't actually see it, she could feel it—tiny threads of energy running wildly inside her, tangled and bouncing everywhere.
"I... I can feel it," she whispered breathlessly, her hands slightly trembling.
"Good. Now, follow them. Slowly," Seojun's voice guided her, firm but gentle.
Nayoung's mind was fully immersed. She imagined her mana as threads, all twisted up, knotted in places, clashing with one another. With each breath, she tried to follow a single strand, pulling it gently, trying to untangle it. Sweat began to form on her forehead, her breathing growing heavy.
