When the men had escaped the monster country, they found themselves with Nickron to the north and a lush forest to the south.
It was an extension of the forest that existed within Polona but it was far thicker in comparison because the volcanic activity behind the barrier had given centuries worth of damage to the forest.
Henry sat on the ground trying to pull himself together and the commander stood with his arms crossed as he glared at the two men staring back at them.
There were two wizards of differing ages wearing robes and putting a barrier around themselves in case one of what seemed to be mercenaries decided to attack either one of them.
"Go for Siverly," the older one insisted. "I'll keep these two here and make sure they don't cause trouble."
At the sound of that, Henry pulled himself together and stood up. He shot the wizard a glare.
"Do you know who you're talking about?" Henry snapped, referring to the commander.
