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.

She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and there

shocked, her

die? Is this "he" referring

did they message Seamus, telling him Morpheus didn't

person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to

what's wrong?" Seamus noticed Persephone's

her

packed everything. Let's

softly agreed,

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

midnight, so there were few people left on the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses were wrapping up their operations for

sat in the

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