Moon's eyes moved from one wilting elite to another. Every single one of them was being drained past death, their life pools flowing through the bones and into whatever pool the master was feeding inside the bubble.
Every fragment of the operation Moon had been tracking connected to the master's stockpile. Every drained life. Every dying elite. All of it, moving in one direction.
Feeding one thing.
'So that's why they always had a bone on them.'
This was everyone had been missing this entire time. He had been trying to understand what the bones were.
Why every elite carried one. Why the material was indestructible.
He had approached the question from every angle he could think of, and none of the angles had produced an answer that fit all the data.
The answer had been much simpler than he had assumed.
The bones were leashes.
Every elite the dark organization had ever fielded had been walking around with a leash attached to their soul, unaware.
