The night was too quiet.
High above the Himalayas, a single star flickered — then split in two.
Across the world, shadows trembled.
In Varanasi, a woman stood at the edge of the river, her white saree stained with blood. A serpent-shaped mark glowed faintly on her chest.
"The seal is failing," she whispered.
The sky cracked like glass.
A pulse of dark energy burst from the tear, shaking the earth. Snakes coiled around her feet, shielding her as the river rose violently.
Far away, in a hospital in Delhi, a baby girl was born at that exact moment.
The woman smiled through her pain.
"It has chosen her."
The light on her chest flared once… and vanished.
By dawn, the sky was whole again.
No one remembered the crack.
No one saw the darkness retreat.
But in the nursery, the newborn lay strangely calm.
And beneath her skin, a faint serpent mark flickered.
The war had not ended.
It had simply found a new vessel.