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.

looking around, only to gradually make out a figure

do you want to

stunned. He felt as though someone was stripping his bones and

this world. He was supposed to share blood ties with this man, yet

a while, he finally uttered that

had never thought he would confront his biological father on a

father stared at him with an icy

including that girl!" Morpheus widened his eyes, and his breathing became

fight in underground matches than to return to Southeast Aciatic and face everything! What right

unable to utter a single word. "You're not capable of making

noble swan, and you're a dog stuck in

her, she'll be miserably dragged down

Morpheus roared, abruptly waking up from the dream, covered

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

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