Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Her eyes had now turned completely molten gold, and scale-like patterns occasionally flashed beneath her skin before quickly disappearing.

“Not enough…” she whispered, her voice echoing across the empty rooftop, “More…”

On the street below, a team of witchers is carrying out their third rescue operation.

The twelve people were dressed in the guild's standard black combat uniforms, and their weapons were coated with special dye.

They slowly advanced along the barricades, their target an apartment building three blocks away, where, based on the last distress signal, a dozen or so survivors were hiding in the basement.

The leader was an old witcher named Harris, fifty-two years old. His left eye had been gouged out by a werewolf twenty years ago and he had a prosthetic eye installed. He gestured, and the team split into two groups, taking turns to cover each other as they advanced.

At the first corner, five hybrid monsters rushed out of the building. These were second-generation products, a fusion of ghoul, werewolf, and a small amount of demon genes. They were over 2.5 meters tall, with skin like hardened rubber and claws capable of tearing through steel plates.

They have no tactics; they rely purely on numbers and instinct to charge.

"Fire!" Harris said in a deep voice.

The demon-hunting bullets struck the monster, exploding into clusters of grayish-white light that neutralized some of the mutated energy on the monster.

Two monsters collapsed and convulsed, but three others charged forward despite the hail of bullets. A young demon hunter was struck in the chest by a claw, his bulletproof vest torn apart like paper, and he flew out and crashed into the wall, where he lay motionless.

"Retreat, use incendiary bombs!" Harris shouted as he fired.

But it was too late.

More monsters poured out of the buildings on both sides, five, fifty, a hundred, they flooded the street like a tide, and the demon hunters' firepower was instantly suppressed.

Harris saw Eve on the roof, but she didn't even look down; she just raised her hand.

An invisible pressure suddenly descended.

The coating on the Witcher's weapons dimmed rapidly, and their protective amulets shattered one after another, barely holding up for ten seconds amidst the monster horde before being swallowed up.

Screams, gunshots, then silence.
Ten minutes later, only the monster's growls and chewing sounds remained on the street.

The twelve corpses, along with their equipment, were dragged away and transported to the Nest in the city center, an abandoned chemical plant that Eve herself had transformed.

On the rooftop of the city hall, Eve withdrew her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The quality of the Witcher's soul was quite good, much more intense than that of an ordinary human.

She looked westward, towards the Rocky Mountains.

The scent of Crowley still lingers in the mountains, like a mouse hiding in a hole.

"Soon..." she whispered, "I'll come find you after I've eaten."

In a cave in the Rocky Mountains, beside a pool of blood.

Crowley stood by the pool, watching the black blood churning inside. The new pool of blood no longer contained the skeleton of the werewolf progenitor; it contained a new guest.

The progenitor of vampires.

It was nailed to the bottom of the pool with specially made silver nails, which pierced its limbs and heart, not to kill it (as the progenitor of vampires was difficult to kill), but to fix it in place so that the corrupting black liquid in the pool could fully contact every inch of its skin.

Crowley held a bone tablet engraved with demonic language in his hand and chanted in a low voice. With each verse, the black liquid in the pool boiled more violently, and the vampire progenitor's body twitched.

“Coordinates.” Crowley stopped reciting and asked in a deep voice. The progenitor of vampires raised its head; its face still retained its aristocratic pale handsomeness, but its eyes had turned completely blood red, the pupils dilated: “I really don’t… know…”

Crowley sighed and continued reading.

The black liquid began to corrode the vampire's skin, turning it translucent and revealing the writhing, deformed tissue beneath. The screams of the vampire progenitor echoed in the stone chamber, carrying pain and torment that transcended the physical realm.

This torture lasted for a full six hours.

After Crowley finished reciting the last incantation on the bone tablet, the black liquid in the pool calmed down. The progenitor of vampires lay paralyzed at the bottom of the pool, his body unrecognizable, like a lump of flesh that had been haphazardly kneaded. Only his face remained intact, but it was covered with black veins.

“Coordinates,” Crowley asked for the third time.

The fleshy mass's lips moved, uttering a faint, almost inaudible sound: "...death...sacrifice...the progenitor who died...and was resurrected...performing a ritual...only then can...it connect to Purgatory..."

Crowley's eyes lit up. "More details."

"We need an ancestor, which must have truly died once and been resurrected... Use its soul as a sacrifice... Hold a sacrificial ceremony, and the coordinates will appear automatically."

“The progenitor who died and was resurrected…” Crowley pondered, several names flashing through his mind before finally settling on one.

Crowley smiled: "Very good."

He raised his hand and waved it, causing the black liquid in the pool to recede, revealing the lump of flesh. The lump of flesh was still undulating slightly, but his consciousness had completely collapsed.

Crowley snapped his fingers.

Two low-ranking demons came in and dragged the chunk of flesh away. It was still useful; the essence of the vampire progenitor's bloodline hadn't been completely drained yet.

Crowley walked outside the cave and looked eastward, towards the city of Grantzpass. He could feel Eve's repulsive, primal aura swelling within him.

“Fight,” he said softly. “The fiercer the better. Once you’re both badly injured, Purgatory will be mine.”

The guild's second basement level.

A bespectacled witcher dipped the last bullet into a solution of phoenix ash, made with a recipe from Colt's diary. The ash was mixed with holy water, silver powder, and the juice of several rare herbs, and stirred for three hours under specific moonlight.

The finished product is a viscous, dark red paste that solidifies quickly when applied to weapons, forming a thin, hard coating.

There were already more than a dozen processed weapons on the table: Demon Hunter Blade, Mountain Shotgun, Demon Dagger, and specially made armor-piercing bullets.

Adam and Dean sat in chairs in the corner, watching them work, each holding a basic guild manual, but barely paying attention to it.

“So,” Adam began, “that Eve really did wreak havoc on a city, and she was so hard to kill?”

“Yes, but conventional methods won’t kill her.” Sam picked up a coated bullet and examined it under the light. “But Phoenix Ash can poison her.”

Just then, the door opened and Castio walked in. He had several scorch marks on his trench coat and a shallow wound on his face, but his eyes were still clear.

"Casey!" Sam stood up. "Are you alright?"

“It’s alright for now. I’ve joined the other side of Heaven.” Castio sat down and took the water Dean offered. “But it’s only temporary, because Raphael’s faction, which advocates starting the Apocalyptic War, has given a death order that Adam must be brought back.”

"They have never given up on Apocalypse." (End of Chapter)