Himmel pushed himself away from El and floated slightly in the air.
His gaze shifted back to the woman who resembled both Nymeria and Christina.
The Goddess didn't try to reason with him this time. She just slowly turned around and took herself out of the battlefield.
As Himmel felt his broken body regenerate, his gaze shifted back to Morningstar, who was grinning like a wild animal.
One of Himmel's broken thumbs remained lodged inside the dragon's ruined eye, even as the flesh continued regenerating around it.
The unrestrained anger once again took over Himmel, the wish to shred him apart stronger than ever.
But before he could move, Ismael spoke in a deep voice like an elder teaching a junior.
"Don't let your anger decide your way of fighting." He let his words linger. "Anger will only lead you to death and nothing more."
Himmel drew in a deep breath and slowly nodded his head, suppressing every irrational thought in his mind.
