Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The sounds of fire trucks and sirens could be heard from afar.

Dean and Sam settled the girls in a safe location, left an anonymous 911 message, and then quickly evacuated.

Instead of returning to the hotel, they went around to the back of the factory. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and Sam noticed an underground entrance there when he was captured.

Sure enough, a hidden inspection door was half-open, leading to a deeper underground space.

It wasn't a sewer, but an extension of a natural cave that the dragon people had transformed into a real lair.

This place is even more uncomfortable than the workshop above.

The walls were covered with withered 'trophies': jewelry, tapestries woven from hair, wind chimes strung with fingernails, and dozens of portraits painted in blood, all of them depicting the faces of young women.

There were several empty cages deep inside the cave.

But in the furthest corner of the cage, they saw a familiar figure.

It turned out to be the basilisk woman who had attacked them before.

She maintained the slender figure of a human woman, with messy blonde hair and a white shirt stained with dirt.

When she saw Dean and Sam, she was huddled in the corner of the cage, hugging her knees, her shoulders trembling.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head.

"Please! Please!" her voice trembled with tears. "Let me out! That monster has captured me too."

Dean stopped two meters in front of the cage, his hand on the hilt of the broken sword.

Sam stood to the side, his shotgun already loaded.

"Where's your venom?" Dean asked. "The black tattoo liquid."

The basilisk raised its arm, revealing its skin, the black patterns on it dull and lifeless, like dried ink.

"It burned me with some kind of flame," she sobbed. "My powers are suppressed, please, I don't want to die here."

“Hey, little girl, now you know how to beg for mercy? You know you were trying to kill us before,” Dean teased, “and even commanded the ogres to attack us.”

“It was forced.” The basilisk looked up, its face filled with fear and tears. “Those ogres forced me. They said if I didn’t cooperate, they would eat me. I just wanted to live.”

"Am I wrong to want to live?" The basilisk's eyes were filled with resentment.

Dean stared into her eyes.

Then a flash of white light appeared deep in his pupils. The power of the angel was activated, and on a level invisible to the mortal eye, he saw the energy field wrapped around the basilisk.

It was filled with scarlet resentment, so intense it was almost tangible.

That concentration couldn't be accumulated from just one or two lives; it was the wailing of at least dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of souls.

“You’ve killed many people,” Dean said, his voice icy, and that wasn’t all. “You also keep humans in captivity.”

Dean stepped forward: "Two years ago, in Kentucky, I cleaned out a basilisk nest. A pair of basilisks had kept seventeen people in the basement, fattening them up like pigs before slaughtering them. I killed them."

The basilisk suddenly looked up, its fear replaced by hatred: "Those are my parents."

"So you've come for revenge."

"Shouldn't I be?!" the basilisk's voice shrilled. "You humans killed us without hesitation, our very existence became a sin. You witchers proclaim justice, but your justice only applies to humans!"

The basilisk's expression froze for a moment, then it slowly lowered its head, its voice becoming low: "I admit I've eaten people."

"But that was before, when my parents were still alive. Our basilisk race needed human hormones to maintain our mimicry abilities. We just hunted, just like humans hunt animals." "Does that mean you're allowed to hunt, but I'm not allowed to survive? I kill because I'm hungry, because of the law of survival, the survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak, natural selection."

"I kill my prey with a single, swift strike, giving them a quick and painless meal. Am I any less merciful than you humans are to cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs? You eat domesticated livestock, drink their blood, and gnaw on their bones, calling it the 'food chain.' But when it's my turn to hunt, it's considered evil?"

"For the sake of your appetite, you fill chicken coops and build up pigsties, confining those animals to a small space from birth to death. Have you ever heard their screams when they finally get their knife?"

"Don't judge me by your double standards. Hunting is hunting, and survival is survival. It's just that the prey has changed to you humans."

Dean and Sam both fell silent.

He didn't answer, but walked to the cage and placed his hand on the lock.

Sam glanced at him and nodded slightly. He, too, had used his senses to confirm the bloody scent emanating from the basilisk.

“I can let you out,” Dean glanced at Sam almost imperceptibly, “but you have to tell me something.”

The basilisk's eyes lit up with hope: "What?"

"Ogres, why are they gathering? Why are they moving towards Silent Valley in an organized manner? And you're not following them for tourism, are you?"

The basilisk hesitated.

Her gaze darted between Dean and Sam, and finally she whispered, "I told you, you really would let me go?"

"I keep my word."

"They are responding to the call." The basilisk's voice was even lower, as if afraid of being overheard. "The call of the Mother of All Things."

"Something has recently been hunting the progenitors of various monsters, and it involves the aura of hell."

Sam frowned: "Why does Hell need to capture the progenitor of monsters?"

“I don’t know, but the Mother of All Things has been disturbed. She is the mother of all naturally born monsters, an ancient being that has been dormant for thousands of years and has now awakened.” The basilisk shuddered. “It has issued a call to all its offspring through its bloodline: Gather, protect, prepare for war.”

Where is the assembly point?

"I don't know the exact location; only our ancestors knew it."

“But we hybrids and mutants can sense direction.” The basilisk pointed deep into the cave. “Continue southwest into the real wilderness; something is awakening deep within the mountains.”

Dean stared at her for a few seconds, then pulled out his lock-picking tools, the lock popped open, and the cage door creaked open.

The basilisk cautiously crawled out and stood up straight.

She looked at Dean, then at Sam, and slowly backed away: "You're really letting me go?"

"I mean what I say." Dean stepped aside, making way for the exit.

The basilisk's face showed a complex expression: gratitude, doubt, and a hint of deep-seated hatred. She turned and took her first step toward the exit.

Sam's shotgun went off.

The salt bullet, mixed with special incantation pellets, struck the basilisk from behind.

She didn't die immediately; instead, she staggered around, her face filled with shock and anger.

Black tattoo venom gushed from beneath her skin, attempting to fight back, but the power of the salt had already begun to dismantle her body's structure.

“You agree,” she hissed.

"I promised to let you out of the cage." Dean looked at her fallen body, his voice flat. "I didn't promise to stop Sam from harming you." (End of Chapter)