Wooyun took in his words and found truth in them.
When he tried using the severance spiral before, it felt overwhelming. Like he was calling to a power that was too much for his body to handle, she was perfectly balanced and in tune with him. It was hard to describe or explain that feeling, but it was a rush. If there was a way for him to use that technique again, without feeling like he'd been hit by a truck the next day, he was all for it.
Junghwa moved behind him, his presence cold yet steadying. "Still, you're breathing. Don't overthink. Just listen."
Wooyun inhaled, exhaled, trying to find rhythm, though his heart was already beating faster under Junghwa's scrutiny.
"Now," the Demon Lord murmured, his voice low, almost brushing the back of Wooyun's neck, "draw your qi down. Compress it to the size of a droplet, no larger. Hold it still. Then, when your pulse strikes, release it into your hand. Nothing more, nothing less."
