Witch rolled her eyes. "What Rare Items do I have? The only one I had, the Mist Cloak, was already torn to shreds by Meteor. Oh, right, Messenger gave me a Silver Ring of Exorcism before he died, but this ring is useless against Boss-level Monsters."
"What about you?" Drunkard asked Meteor again. "I remember you had a Golden Cicada."
Meteor replied, "Its uses are all gone."
Witch could not resist a sarcastic jab. "The Rare Items of our Star Society were either stored in the Warehouse or in Messenger's hands. What a pity—the Warehouse was destroyed, Messenger was murdered, and the items in his inventory were automatically reclaimed by the system. Now we have no items to use. I wonder if this counts as karma."
Meteor said coldly, "Messenger brought it on himself. If he hadn't summoned the Labyrinth Master, there might have been a way out."
Witch had already held a grudge against Meteor. Hearing that, she flew into a rage. "If you hadn't lured over the Hidden Boss, we would never have been forced to activate the Labyrinth Master! This is all thanks to you!"
She roared furiously, "Meteor! What the hell do you want?! Will you only be satisfied after driving everyone to their deaths?!"
"You're the ones forcing me!!!" Meteor snapped as well. "You betrayed me!!!"
"Stop arguing!" Drunkard suddenly raised his voice. "Is this the time to fight?! Witch, Messenger is dead! You have to accept that reality. We're all tied to the same rope now. First, we figure out how to get through this crisis. Then we can settle our personal grudges!"
Witch fell silent, her chest heaving violently. It took her a long while to rein in her furious breathing, but her expression remained hostile as she asked mockingly, "...Fine. Then tell