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.

gradually make out a figure in the

want

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

probably the most agonizing thing in this world. He was supposed to share blood

lips quivered. After a while, he finally uttered

of his life, he had never thought

stared at him with an icy expression,

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

single war has defeated you! You'd rather fight in underground matches than to return to Southeast Aciatic and face everything! What right do you

head, wanting to argue but unable to utter a single word. "You're not

noble swan, and you're a dog stuck

she'll be miserably dragged

from the dream, covered

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

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