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.

felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and

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

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

-

and shouts, like waves rising one after another, swept through the

heavily tattooed

gave him a

race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like a wild beast in

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

matter, though—he had taken them,

draped over

spectators. Though everything seemed a blur, he managed to see

his last time being this close

whistle blew, and the referee announced

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