Port Huron entrance.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the iron gate was kicked to the ground, nearly breaking open.
Billowing dust rose, and a young figure appeared at the entrance.
It was me.
My eyes scanned the surroundings, naturally sensing several strong presences.
Sure enough, they were here.
"Since you all like playing games so much, I'll play along!"
"Who goes there!"
Four young men instantly blocked my path.
They were all disciples of Patrick Hernandez, all Grandmasters in their own right!
Years ago, Patrick Hernandez named them The Gold, The Wood, The Flame, and The Mud for convenience.
For a dozen years, they've been training in ancient martial arts and killing skills, their prowess is incredibly formidable, which is one reason Patrick brought them down the mountain.
But when they saw me clearly, everyone was taken aback!
Eyes widened, as if they'd seen a ghost!
Wasn't this guy supposed to not know the location? How did he find us here?
