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.

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

closing her eyes. This was the way of prayer she had adopted since arriving in

match. She hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to erase her from

-

after another, swept through the already small

flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip curled into

him a

of individuals with diverse backgrounds.

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

though—he

the towel draped over him, and leaped into

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

twinged slightly. This would be his last time being

and the referee announced

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