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.

vanish, a wave

that moment, it felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was solely

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

in her heart, wishing for Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to

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after another, swept through

the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of

him a

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

of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware

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