They were at the threshold of the trench when a shadow appeared overhead. Justin looked up.
"Uh-oh," he said.
A cythraul was diving down at them. It had jumped over the side of the cliff with disregard for its own well-being.
Justin spun, swinging his sword upward at the descending monster. His aurym shot forth like a rocket, but before it could connect, the cythraul tossed its arm forward, throwing a black ball of daemyn down at the rear of the group. Several of the old, white-bearded Ru'Onorath elders were facing the wrong direction.
"Watch out!" Justin cried.
At the same moment that the falling cythraul was shredded by Justin's aurym, the ball of daemyn hit the ground. The elders never knew what hit them. Daemyn vaporized their bodies, leaving behind only crackling energy and a great, rending hole in the earth.
"Down!" Ahlund shouted.
The tall Guardian threw his body on Justin, forcing him to the ground and covering him.