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 of

two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was solely devoted to the figure in

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

match. She hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to erase her from

-

waves rising one after another, swept through the already

stepped onto the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of

gave him

individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like a wild beast in

Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that

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