"No need, you can go back first." Morpheus glanced at him. "I'll wait here for her a little longer."

"Prince Christopher wouldn't do anything to Ms. Hamerton..."

"Alfred, what are you thinking?" Morpheus couldn't help but chuckle. "I know exactly what Christopher is like, but I just want to wait here for Sephy. Christopher mentioned that she'd specifically designed these fireworks for me. Hah! I'm the useless one. I don't even dare to go inside and take a look."

"Sir, don't say that."

"If I wait here, will it count as accompanying her in her efforts?"

Alfred nodded.

Morpheus smiled and sent Alfred back. He continued waiting under the tree.

The air in Southeast Aciatic was hot and humid. The shade of the banyan tree offered some relief, but it couldn't completely dispel the oppressive heat.

Morpheus took a deep breath, about to move elsewhere, when he glimpsed a suspicious figure swiftly darting through the factory's side gate.

side gate was lax, making it

chase after without hesitation. However, the person was fast, and there was some distance between him and the side gate. He couldn't catch

contemplated calling the authorities but hesitated just as he was about to dial the number. What grounds would he use

that person was an employee, or what

then, a loud

shock. The deafening noise seemed to plunge him back into that haunting nightmare. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, resembling

chill crawling up every vein in his body,

snapped out of it. Persephone

Morpheus yelled desperately, disregarding everything and running headlong into

The explosion occurred in the warehouse where the

. . j

the time of the explosion, Persephone and Christopher were close

react, a powerful surge of heat rushed to them. Persephone sensed her feet lifting from the floor. Her

She screamed, instinctively covering her head and curling up

fared no better. He stumbled from the heatwave, feeling like

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