Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."

Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.

"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?

"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"

-

By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.

She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.

Her heart hung in suspense again.

through. She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and there was minimal conversation. The recent message had only four words: [He did not

felt shocked, her

didn't die? Is this "he" referring to

who is this person, and why did they message Seamus, telling him Morpheus

but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off the phone and tossed it

Seamus

her head

everything.

agreed, following Seamus.

from home to the dock. The sea was calm tonight, a

almost midnight, so there were few people left on the dock. Individuals engaged in small

in

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