"Why?" Moon asked. "Even if they can't improve here, they're still Evolvers. They could return to Earth, find good work, and live comfortably. An Evolver's strength is more than enough to build a decent life on earth, it's not easy to become an Evolver, even a fresh one."
Joseph shook his head slowly.
"Sure. They could go back. Get a well-paying job. Live peacefully." He glanced over his shoulder at Moon. "But there's something more important than comfort. It's…purpose."
He turned back to the path ahead, his eyes glancing at their faces for a moment.
"These people survived on the feeling of improvement. Every level gained, every skill evolved, every fight that pushed them past their limits. That feeling became the thing that kept them moving. It was like a drug running through their veins. The high of getting stronger was the only thing that mattered."
