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 her once

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

her eyes. This was the way of prayer she had

hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to

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like waves rising one after another, swept

onto the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms

gave him a

man, like Louis, was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like a wild beast in a

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

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