Persephone didn't know when the match that day had ended.

Her mind was a blank slate. When she finally came to, the cheers had turned into applause. No one had noticed her before, but now, all eyes were casting envious glances her way.

She didn't understand what had happened.

All she cared about was whether Morpheus was alive.

But... where did the person who had just collapsed on the ring go?

As if in a dream, Persephone abruptly opened her eyes to find Morpheus standing right in front of her.

He was covered in injuries all over his body and face, but she found a hint of reality in his warm and steadfast smile.

"Morpheus..."

"This is for you." He held a medal in his hand.

heart jolted. She had heard him say that this kind of medal represented the highest honor

something he had

in pain from the wounds on his face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid of the pain.

around her neck. Like a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare victory, he

his arms,

them seemed to reach the skies, yet all she

while, everyone left, and Persephone finally had time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to his wounds. With

out a sound. She didn't notice the deep and fiery gaze of

It took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely, "I did

"Hmm?"

what you asked. I

tears were brought forth

He hurriedly wiped her tears, saying the same words as he did after his last injury,

time, however, his injuries were much more severe

his opponent this time was Louis, the man who could kill someone with just

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