The distant crackle of musket fire echoed through the thick, humid air, a rhythmic reminder that the battle for Kumasi Fort was well underway.
Smoke curled above the treetops, drifting in thick plumes and making the area above the fort quite desolate. The stench of black powder mixed with the earthy scent of damp soil and blood was a terrible blend that clung to the nose and refused to let go.
Damon scanned his surroundings and found that he was in the area near the northwestern part of Adum. This was close enough to the fort that it would take him and his troops only about 10 minutes to get there, giving him ample time and space to assess the battlefield.
Deciding to make the most use of this, Damon silently gestured to the men to follow him, and they all nodded. Unlike previous excursions, there were no superfluous identities here, only soldiers and their leader.
