Rendering the cloak useless, both of their enemies removed it. Dexter didn't let the opportunity pass — just before the dagger-thrower could fully pull the cloak away, Dexter was already mid-swing, smashing his Holy Staff downward toward him.
As soon as the dagger-thrower released the invisibility cloak, it didn't even touch the ground before Dexter stored it in his inventory.
The dagger-thrower was shocked. Someone stole from him inside the Obsidian League?
It was the first time in his entire fighting career that someone had risked their life just for a piece of equipment — one that could easily be bought in the Market for a cheap price.
"What the heck, man? Are you so poor that you need to steal my cloak?" said the dagger-thrower.
"Well… every coin counts. Give me some more, would you?" replied Dexter.
Stella ran to Dexter's side, resting her Holy Bonk Staff on her shoulder while heaving, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily.
