6216 Geiranger, Norway
Date & Time: 18/12/20—
In the breathtaking Northern mountains, a vast blue sky stretched endlessly above snow-blanketed peaks. Winter ruled Norway with a merciless calm—lakes lay frozen like sheets of glass, forests stood silent beneath heavy layers of white, and the air itself felt sharp enough to cut skin.
Yet beneath this serene beauty, hidden deep within the heart of a colossal mountain, lay a secret.
A classified underground facility, buried far below stone and ice.
Alexander König Kilgore and his companions—Georg, Jakob, and Fritz—moved through a narrow metallic corridor, their boots echoing softly against the cold floor. Surveillance cameras watched them from every corner as they stopped before a massive bronze door. Without hesitation, Jakob raised his identification card toward a camera. A sharp mechanical hum followed, and the door slowly opened.
Inside, several small chambers awaited them.
They entered one without a second thought.
Suddenly, a holographic scan swept over their bodies. A cold synthetic voice ordered the soldiers to surrender their weapons. Only after compliance were they granted clearance to proceed into the core sector.
Six minutes in the elevator.
Ding.
The doors slid open.
A vast laboratory revealed itself—towering holographic screens, advanced machinery, and strange devices arranged with obsessive precision. Only eighteen people occupied the room.
And at its center stood Professor Vladislav.
A senior scientist, sixty-two years old, his aged eyes fixed intensely on the object before him. König, Georg, Jakob, and Fritz approached, fully aware of why they had been summoned.
“1589 BC… Egypt,” Professor Vladislav murmured, a smile of pure triumph spreading across his face.
“The machine is ready. I have designed this my entire life—and now—” One of his assistants activated the system.
A massive, shimmering portal ignited, its surface rippling like liquid light. Every gaze in the room locked onto it.
“No… that’s impossible,” Georg whispered.
“Yes,” the professor said calmly. “Your mission is to observe the true life of ancient Egyptian civilization.” He pointed directly at the portal.
König frowned, glancing down at his 'modern' attire. “You mean… we’re entering like this?”
The professor laughed and shook his head. “Of course not, Colonel. You will be civilians.”
Two hours later, they stood transformed. Their clothing was simpler, modest, fitting for the era. During that time, they adapted to concealed technologies—boots hiding retractable blades, copper bracelets functioning as advanced 3D holographic maps, and other devices seamlessly disguised.
El Omraniya, Giza Governorate, Egypt
Date & Time: Unknown — 1589 Before Christ
The moment they stepped through the portal, the world tore itself apart.
Light collapsed inward. Sound vanished.
Then—
Heat.
Dust.
Voices.
They emerged near a rural settlement not far from the Great Pyramid. The sun burned mercilessly overhead. Workers—thin, exhausted men—were driven forward by overseers, forced to haul massive stone blocks. Cries echoed through the air as whips cracked. Sweat, blood, and sand stained the ground.
This was no legend.
This was reality.
The Great Pyramid loomed in the distance, magnificent and cruel—a monument built not only for the gods, but upon suffering itself.
König swallowed hard.
History was alive.
And they were standing inside it.