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.

two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and

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

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

-

after another, swept through the already small

flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some

him

man, like Louis, was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even

the heat of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his

matter, though—he had taken

discarded the towel draped over him,

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

his last time being

whistle blew, and the referee announced the start

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