Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered heiress from childhood. Which heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However, upon reflection, a twinge of guilt crept in as she observed his current state.

"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch the match anyway. Why suffer? Go outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

As Persephone watched him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her once more.

into two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other

her forehead against her folded hands and closing her eyes. This was the way of prayer

hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth

-

after another, swept through

the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed

him

towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even

cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs likely fueled

matter, though—he

over him,

at the spectators. Though everything seemed a blur, he

This would be his last time being this close

whistle blew, and the referee announced the

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