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.

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

deeply, resting her forehead against her folded hands and closing her eyes.

for Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to erase her from

-

like waves rising one after another, swept through the already small

ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip curled

gave him a cold

diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began,

the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently

didn't matter, though—he

discarded the towel draped over him, and

deafening. He glanced at the spectators. Though everything seemed a blur, he managed to see Persephone

would be his last time being this

and the referee announced the start of

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