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.

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

had

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

a fighter's hand to declare victory,

herself into his arms, holding

all she wanted

tended to his wounds. With the experience from the last

tending to his wounds, not letting out a sound. She didn't notice the deep and fiery gaze of the

It took a while, but Morpheus uttered

"Hmm?"

did what you asked.

were brought forth by his

words as he did after his last injury, "It

injuries were much

only minor surface wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis, the man who could kill

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