The day was bright throughout the Levantine coastlines in the northern parts. The trees and sands glistened in the sun's rays as the waves slammed against the coast. An Ottoman army chose to camp amid the villages of Ottoman Syria in order to take a break from their daily marches. There Ottoman Empire sat, close to shore. He had just finished praying as he sat on a prayer mat, the tail of his turban fluttering against the ocean breeze.

"Maşallah, Allahü ekber..."

With a sigh, the Sultan murmured to himself. Then, he withdrew his kilij from its sheath and removed the scarf from near his neck, using it to clean the blade.