“Don’t be afraid, learn to control your emotion…” Mago internally recited all the things that Denzaida thought him. Inhaling, letting his lungs be filled with air. Soothing his aching muscles.
“Don’t let your emotion control you.”
“If your mind is a battlefield, be its commander and not its soldier. Don’t let your thoughts govern you.”
And then gradually, he’s breathing starts to return in to normal. The bleeding also stops from trickling from his nose yet there are still trail of red liquid on his chin and his heartbeat returns to regular beat.
He wiped the blood from his philtrum with his knuckles. For a moment, Dalangin grins as he felt frisson and exhilaration slithering up to his spine, “I’ve expected this… that he will be able to master it in just a short period of time. But
