Chapter 80: Tomb-Sweeping

On the high-speed rail as it tore across the countryside, Brock Yale ended his conversation with the Guardian. He did not cut off their shared senses, though. He only turned his head toward Wayne Bennitt. "Little turtle." "Yes!" A dignified Onyxle War God, yet in front of Brock, Wayne was as docile as a pet turtle. It was not that he lacked backbone. He had simply been completely conquered by Brock, willing to be driven wherever Brock pointed. "I'm ordering you," Brock said, voice like steel....