469 Gains

"Where is Michael Fang?" A young Descendant asked.

He was worn out, but a tinge of anger mirrored on his face.

"Why are you looking for Michael?" Kaleb frowned.

"He stored one of the Tekur's bodies in his storage space." The Descendant answered.

"He collected one here too!" Another Descendant said, only for a Warlock Centaur to note.

"I think he collected most of the bodies. I see only two corpses." 

"Did he run away? That bastard stole our merit points!!" The young Descendant roared angrily once again, not hesitating to accuse Michael.

"I did not run away, brickhead."

Michael's voice resounded from behind the Dimensional Pillar. He walked around the pillar with a mocking smile on his face. "I stored the corpses to make sure that nobody will obliterate the corpses by accident, and to ensure that nobody else could take them while we were busy fighting."