Eight legs fell kicking spasmodically-four backward and four forward-as the horse split in half. One of the cythraul's legs fell, too, ripped out of its hip. Closing the tap of his power, Justin lowered his sword. The rest of the cythraul's body rode a geyser of aurym like a rocket, rising higher and higher above the city. Finally, at its zenith hundreds of feet over Hartla, the energy exploded. A fireworks show of green aurym energy bloomed across the sky, swallowing up what remained of the ...