Chapter 122. Sandman? You Just Damaged My Property
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In the Oscrop Tower underground lab, Nolan watched as Wanda, clad in form-fitting yoga gear, sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, attempting to regulate her breathing. The focus today: structured meditation.
Nolan was blending two disciplines, the Chaste's meditative technique and the energy control principles from the Book of the Iron Fist. One trained innate potential; the other mastered energy control.
Together? A perfect storm of mind-body equilibrium.
At least in theory.
He had Wanda start with the Chaste's meditation technique. Her innate power and latent energy were leagues above the Order's initiates, learning it shouldn't have been hard.
But...
Nolan frowned. Her brows were furrowed. Shoulders tense. Her mind was elsewhere.
"Unfocused. Start again," he said coolly.
Wanda snapped her eyes open, startled. "Sorry! I'm trying—"
"Take your time," Nolan said, less sharply now. "You're capable of mastering this."