The surreal sensation made Persephone feel like she was floating in the clouds. She felt a bit shy but couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Morpheus' kiss was intense and fervent as if he wanted to pour all his passion into that one kiss. He wished to transform that moment into eternity.

"I like you," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky. "Sephy, don't leave me..."

Persephone instinctively nodded along. She was engulfed in heat, every cell in her body ablaze, every inch of her skin ignited by him. -

At night, Morpheus found himself on that battlefield again in his dreams.

It was a scene of devastation, bloodshed everywhere, much like the fight with Louis in the ring today. He trod upon the bloodstains and gradually moved forward, even doubting if this was a dream or reality.

He kept calling out those names, those who had fought alongside him, yet they all turned into wisps of smoke, fleeting past him.

"You'll never find them!" Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from above.

to gradually make out a figure

you want to kill me

as though someone was stripping his bones and tendons

to share blood ties with this man, yet he had to aim a

a while,

the prime of his life, he had never thought he would confront his

him with an icy expression, a cryptic smile playing

everything. You won't get anything, including that girl!" Morpheus widened his

underground matches than to return to Southeast Aciatic and face everything! What right do you have to be with that girl? Can

to argue but unable to utter a

swan, and you're a dog stuck in the

you're with her, she'll be miserably dragged

roared, abruptly waking up from the

struck precisely at that moment, the hands pointing at 4:00 a.m.—the darkest

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