CHAPTER ELEVEN
Elder PlansCimo, and the small man kneeled on the hardwood floor in Ordway's giant ballroom. The pile of failed warriors laid in a heap just a few feet away.
“Thank… thank you for healing us, our esteemed elders,” said Cimo.
Yarro stood over the remains of the others. He summoned an intense magical heat and the bodies glowed red, then became flecks of gray ash.
Ordway studied the floor. “You couldn't do that outside? Even magic won't get the stains out of those parquets.” She turned to Cimo. “Explain.”
He responded, “My elder, we met the teams for the trap, delivered your message. Baldina set the ley line in motion. The next team arrived as planned.” He looked at the pile of ash. “They were waiting on the ley line near London. All positioned flawlessly.”
Yarro chimed
