Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered heiress from childhood. Which heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However, upon reflection, a twinge of guilt crept in as she observed his current state.

"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch the match anyway. Why suffer? Go outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

watched him vanish, a wave of

to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was solely devoted

resting her forehead against her folded hands and closing her eyes. This was the way of prayer

Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold

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after

other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his

gave him a cold

was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he

Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs likely fueled the

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