Location: Secure Military Command Bunker – 6:13 AM – Cairo
The table was steel. The people around it? Cracking.
Twelve high-ranking officials. Generals, ministers, and two foreign liaisons with no nameplates. Every monitor in the room glitched, buzzing with static.
Across the digital map of Egypt, red zones were multiplying.
Whole cities in blackout.
Satellites blind.
Comms silent.
Tension hit its boiling point.
"We nuke the site," the Minister of Defense barked. "Now. Level the plateau. End it before it spreads."
A scientist across the room stood up. "With what intel? You don't even know what you're targeting."
Another general slammed his fist. "We can't do nothing!"
"It's not nothing! You think fire will fix this?! This isn't a war—it's a f***ing extinction event!"
Amid the chaos, one voice cut through.
Steady. Calm. Tired—but clear.
"He told me this would happen."
The room turned.
Dr. Sarah Arshur stood at the end of the table, shoulders tight, jaw clenched. Her eyes, however, were steady as stone.
"My husband predicted this. He spent the last fifteen years piecing it together. Every myth. Every ruin. Every lie we called history."
One official scoffed. "You mean fairy tales."
Sarah pulled out her tablet, tapping rapidly.
A hologram projected in the air—an intricate model of the Earth with pulsing energy lines underneath Egypt. Then: ancient structures—the pyramids, the Sphinx, the Serapeum tunnels—all connected.
"Not fairy tales," she snapped. "Buried evidence. We've been looking at the ruins of civilizations thinking we were the builders. We weren't. They were."
"The False Pharaohs were the original architects—not just of Egypt, but of every ancient civilization on Earth."
She pointed at the spinning models.
"The reason scientists never found tools or blueprints? Because the tech that built the pyramids—moved the stone, shaped the tunnels, carved the Sphinx—wasn't left behind.
It was taken back. Down.
Into the Hollow."
She zoomed in on Giza.
"And the Pharaohs we do know? The dynasties we teach in schools? They vanished. Not buried. Not conquered. Just… gone. Swallowed. No records. No bodies. Nothing."
Silence.
She stepped closer.
"They weren't kings. They were witnesses. They made contact with something below. And whatever it was… it erased them."
A flicker passed through the room—fear.
Real, shared fear.
One general leaned forward, voice low. "You're saying everything we know about history is a cover-up?"
"I'm saying," she replied, "that what we call history... was the aftershock of something much older. And it's waking up again."
Screens began flashing.
Another seismic spike.
This time under Alexandria.
Someone swore under their breath.
"We already lost air control over Sinai. Units haven't checked in from Luxor. Cairo airspace is collapsing."
A minister turned to her. "What do you want us to do?"
She didn't blink.
"Let me go down.
Give me clearance.
My husband is there. So is my son.
And if we don't stop this from inside… there won't be anything left to protect up here."
Another official muttered, "You seriously think you'll just walk in and turn this off?"
"I think I'm the only person left who understands what we're up against."
Silence.
Then—finally—the Minister of Intelligence spoke.
"You have temporary Tier-6 clearance.
One escort team.
If you disappear, the site will be leveled."
Sarah nodded once.
"That's all I need."
She turned and walked out.
As the blast doors sealed behind her, a general whispered:
"If she's right, we've already lost."
Another one answered:
"If she's wrong... we'll never know the difference."