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.

Persephone watched him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed

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

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

prayed in her heart, wishing for Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold

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shouts, like waves rising one after another, swept through the already small

heavily tattooed arms as

gave him a

Louis, was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even

Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched

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