Daman Takeover [1]

It was a cool and brisk early morning. The city was in deep slumber as the sun was yet to rise on the horizon with it's bright flashes of warmth. The soldiers on the outer walls yawned and stretched their arms lazily.

The cool morning breeze made them shiver. The morning patrol shift was yet to begin. The walls were unnaturally empty, with some soldiers present here and there on the wall.

Merchant stalls and other shops weren't open. The road to the heart of the city where the Portuguese stayed was relatively empty.

Everything in the city seemed unnervingly calm.

A couple of citizens were walking through the desolate streets. There were no signs of patrol guards like usual.

"Where are the guards? I don't see them today." One asked with a curious look.

"Yes, usually. Those pricks would be out here harassing us," the other comment with a frown. "Today has been a calm day."