Chapter Twenty
Ha’ven followed Saba Monda through the dark forest. He paused as the silver-haired Moniker gripped a long vine and began climbing up the side of one of the massive trees.
He grabbed another vine and followed. They were soon high above the forest floor. He nodded silently at Crom as the huge Moniker jumped down next to them on a large branch.
“There are thirty purple warriors,” Crom said in a low voice. “Another male appeared. He is one of your people.” Crom nodded toward Ha’ven. “The scouts lost track of him when he entered the forest. He has some type of shield protecting him.”
“Kejon,” Ha’ven growled out. “I will deal with him. Can you and your people take care of the Marastin Dow? They are cutthroat mercenaries for hire.”
Crom snorted. “The others will handle them. I
