Eleanor POV
"Keep your breathing steady. Don't try to fight the mana directly. Try to guide its flow," Eleanor said as she watched the two from a few meters away.
"I— I can't do it!" Isla cried, her legs trembling so hard that she looked like she would collapse at any moment.
Beside her, Averon stayed silent, his teeth clenched tightly enough that the muscles along his jaw had become rigid.
The veins bulging across his forehead made it obvious how much pressure he was under, but even so, he refused to make a sound.
The two of them were holding a squat position while Eleanor deliberately disrupted the flow of mana through their mana nerves.
Instead of circulating normally, their mana moved erratically, making every muscle twitch and spasm without warning.
Their task was to seize control of the unstable mana and force it back into order without letting mana make their body move erratically.
