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 was solely devoted to the figure in

against her folded hands and closing her eyes. This was

for Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would

-

like waves rising one after another,

the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration.

gave him a

the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse

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

matter, though—he had taken them,

draped over him, and

was deafening. He glanced at the spectators. Though everything seemed a blur, he managed

would be his last time being this

and the referee announced the start

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