The capital city of Delhi was no longer the calm political fortress it once claimed to be. Its undercurrents had changed—dangerous currents stirred beneath the glass towers and ancient ruins, as cultivation sects began to sprout like weeds among the ashes of bureaucracy.
The balance of power was shifting, and in the center of the shift stood one name whispered by both allies and enemies alike—Mohini.
Unlike the chaotic awakening in Mumbai, Delhi had embraced the rise of cultivators with cold-calculation. Mohini, once an enigma known only in the underground circles of elite cultivators, had emerged from the shadows with a force that stunned the entire city.
Her sect, Thousand Serpent Pavilion, was not only ruthless—it was methodical. Within just a few weeks, her agents had infiltrated ministries, hacked corporate vaults, and bribed key bureaucrats.
"Power doesn't need to knock," Mohini once said. "It takes the throne when others are still arguing about who deserves it."
