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 years spent with Seamus. The other

closing her eyes. This was the way

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

-

after another, swept

his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind

gave him a cold

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

cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs likely fueled the man's

didn't matter, though—he had taken

the towel draped over him,

everything seemed a blur, he managed to see Persephone sitting there

twinged slightly. This would be his last time

blew, and the referee

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