The rest of the criminals froze, seeing their leader undone. One by one, they surrendered, either dropping to the floor or slumping in place, pinned by petrified stone or battered by leftover poison.
Lenora let out a shaky breath, dismissing the swirling Cyclone Snare. The wind died away, leaving the battered men moaning in defeat.
"That…that takes care of that." She nearly sagged but caught herself.
Luke moved to steady her again, but she waved him off. "I'm fine," she insisted. Glancing at the subdued criminals, she tapped her earpiece.
"All squads, converge on my location. The suspects are neutralized," she reported.
A chorus of affirmations crackled in her earpiece.
Within moments, half a dozen men in black uniforms—her Judgment Society colleagues—stormed into the lounge, quickly slapping magical restraints on the criminals.
Luke observed from the sidelines, arms folded.