Ducked low in the underbrush alongside the creek that flowed into the Esthean crater, Justin watched as half a dozen cythraul raised their hands, summoned blacked spheres of daemyn energy, and launched them down into the crater. The demons were not invading Esthean. They were bombing it.

Coblyns at the cythraul's feet jumped up and down, giggling with delight. To Justin's regret, he realized that there were some humans standing alongside the coblyns, too. Some fired arrows into the ...