After killing one of his toughest opponents, Moon didn't hesitate to store the body in his storage ring.
A five-star Evolver working for the dark organization might have carried real intel on him. Anything that could feed his investigation about the group later.
The lives from the kill had been lower than expected, though. In fact, it was much lower.
At this moment for Moon, only one theory made sense.
'Before coming here, they must've given their lives to their leader.'
It made sense, the fanatical obedience from earlier, the willingness to die for their cause, not hesitating to fly toward their enemies with bombs strapped to their bodies.
Skimming a fighter's life pool before the mission would reduce the benefits the enemy walked away with once the fighter fell.
'They're farming lives in reverse too. Bleeding their own troops upstream, so anyone who kills them collects less. Interesting.'
The battle continued across the arena, and outside it.
