Morgana's fury was visible, her whole body radiating intense heat as flames licked around her arms, begging to be unleashed. Her crimson eyes blazed with hatred, locked onto Edwin, the man responsible for Reynauld's death. She clenched her fists, ready to strike. But Ferdinand stepped in front of her, his face calm, his tone steady.
"Haven't you learned to control your anger?" he said, glancing back at her.
Morgana's lips curled in frustration. She wanted nothing more than to melt Edwin into a puddle of ashes, but Ferdinand was right—charging in recklessly wasn't the answer, not against someone like him.
"Grr!!" Morgana growled, her teeth grinding. She forced herself to stay put, even though her instincts screamed for revenge.
"Calm down, Morgana," Ferdinand added quietly. "His aura... he's at least a god-level mage."
