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.

him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her once

it felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent

eyes. This

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

-

after another, swept through the already

and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as

him

individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like

silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs likely fueled the man's

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