On one side, Arkhen, Meya, Yeezy, Farin, Gereld, Baloth, and Jeizy were floating.
On the other side, those five people were floating.
The atmosphere was tense as both groups were looking at each other.
"The treasure chest belongs to us, and we will split the beast cores evenly," Meya said.
"How about we split everything fifty-fifty, even the content inside the treasure chest?" the elf man suggested with a smile.
"We obviously contributed more in the fight. Without us, you would be dead," Farin said with a snort.
"Well, you would've also died without us," the human girl with brown twin ponytails said with a snort.
Gereld—, 'What do we do?'
Meya—, 'We obviously contributed more. Without brother Arkhen's dragon avatar, that Wraith would've become a pain in the ass.'
Yeezy—, 'I agree. It doesn't feel good that they can take half of the things despite not working for such a deal.'
Baloth—, 'I also don't want to go with the fifty-fifty option.'
Jeizy—, 'Same.'
