A loud series of horns and drums sounded at the crack of dawn at the Assab Port.
It only meant one thing—enemies spotted at sea, and in large numbers.
Khisa and Tesfaye burst out of their tents, adrenaline already surging. The training kicked in. No panic. Just action. They immediately began issuing orders. This drill had been run countless times. Everyone knew their positions: archers, gunmen, sailors.
"Get on the ships! Move out! You have your orders. Those who stay, protect the port with your lives!" Khisa shouted.
The soldiers roared in response.
Soldiers erupted into action. Crates of gunpowder and bullets were flung open. Rifles were handed out, swords sheathed at hips, and shields slung over backs. Shouts echoed as men and women scrambled into disciplined formations. In moments, the once quiet port became a hive of focused fury.
"Musimbi ! Simba ! Faizah! Stay behind and protect the princess. You're in command of the port. Hold the line until we return!"
