Pain like he'd never experienced before coursed through his body, blurring his vision.
This was a mistake. I made a mistake, no, no, no. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he bit down hard on his tongue, trying to keep conscious. He couldn't lose focus. Not now. Not here.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Eun-woo's voice again. "Control is everything. It's not about overpowering the elements—it's about becoming their vessel." His nagging voice brought him a semblance of comfort as he fought through the trials and tribulations his body was experiencing at that moment.
A vessel, Wooyun thought. Yeah, a vessel. I shouldn't force it, I can do this.
He forced his core open—not tightly resisting the energy, but guiding it. Loosening his grasp, letting the storm pass through rather than holding it in place. Slowly, the surging waves began to thin, the thunder to dull.
