July 21st, 1798, Ibrahim Bey was sitting behind his desk, his face pale as he listened to the report of the surviving Mamluk soldiers who fought the French Army that was marching towards Cairo.
"Murad Pasha is dead, Ibrahim Pasha," the Mamluk soldier announced somberly. "The French possessed a monstrous weapon that tore our lines from afar, a gun that could spit out a lot of bullets in mere seconds. It wasn't a battle... Ibrahim Pasha, it was a massacre…"
Ibrahim Bey's heart sank at the confirmation of Murad Bey's demise. The weight of the loss and the devastating power of the French's weapon weighed heavily on his shoulders. The once-mighty Mamluk army had been shattered, leaving Cairo vulnerable to the impending French invasion.
"Where is the rest of his army?" Ibrahim asked, his voice trembling with a mix of grief and concern.
