Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

She turned and jumped off the rooftop, landing in a dark alley. Deep inside the alley, a pre-dug hole awaited her. After she crawled inside, the hole closed behind her.

White fire continued to fall from the ground.

The city of Grantzpas melted and collapsed in silence, eventually becoming a flat, scorched wasteland with wisps of smoke rising from it.

Two hundred kilometers away, at the Witcher's temporary command center.

Internet addiction monitoring has been partially restored, and satellite imagery shows the entire city of Grantzpas has turned into a white inferno, with energy readings soaring to dangerous levels.

“The angels bombed ahead of schedule.” Sam stared at the screen, his face grim. “They didn’t even intend to wait two days.”

"Where is Eve?" Dean asked.

Bobby pulled up the last captured energy trajectory: "Three minutes before the bombing began, her core signal disappeared from the city center, and then... reappeared here."

On the map, a red dot is moving northeast at an extremely fast speed.

“Van der Holt.” Sam zoomed in on the area. “She’s going there.”

“We must intercept him.” Dean looked at Wu Heng’s communication screen.

Wu Heng stood before the Gates of Hell, the faint roars of demons echoing in the background: "We can't spare any manpower right now. Lucifer is attacking the third layer of the defense line. All our forces must stay behind. The defense of the real world depends on you."

Communication was interrupted, and silence fell over the car.

The real-world witcher forces need to fight angels and demons in various places, and have now been divided into three main battlefields. The forces that can be drawn out are already stretched thin after the losses in Granzpass City.

Intercepting Eve and her monster army is virtually impossible.

Just then, Dean's phone vibrated. It was a text message; the sender's number was a string of gibberish, and the content was very simple:
“Dean, it’s Mom. I escaped. Eve rescued me at the old church in the eastern part of Vanderholt and came looking for me. —Mary”

Dean stared at the screen, his fingers frozen.

Sam leaned closer to look, his pupils shrinking: "Impossible, Mom already..."

“But this is her number.” Dean pulled up his contacts to compare. “Although it’s encrypted, the format is the one Mom used to use.”

“It could be a trap,” Castio said. “Eve read the angels’ memories; she knows what Mary means to you.”

Adam sat in the corner and whispered, "It might be true. Eve has been investigating Crowley's whereabouts. Maybe she's discovered something. After all, many dead souls are in Crowley's hands. He's a demon with a cross-contract."

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

Years of demon-hunting instinct told them there was a greater than 90% chance it was a trap, but what if it really was? What if Mary was still alive, waiting for them to rescue her somewhere?

“Contact Lor,” Dean said.

They reconnected to the communication network at the front lines of Hell and told them about the text message. Wu Heng remained silent for a long time.

“The probability is very low,” he concluded, “but not zero. Samuel Campbell once tried to resurrect Mary using dark magic; her soul state is very unstable, and theoretically, it is possible for her to ‘survive’ under certain specific conditions.”

“If Eve really saved her, then Mary’s soul may still have Eve’s energy imprint, which would be very disadvantageous for you.”

“But we have to go,” Sam said in a deep voice.

“I understand.” Wu Heng nodded. “But be prepared for the worst. Bring the newly made ‘injectable ash serum’ made from Phoenix Ash. If this is a trap, you need to be able to fight back.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "If this drug could be injected into my body, it could kill her completely, but that would mean close contact, which is extremely risky."

Dean smiled and said, "After being a witcher for so long, do you think we're afraid of risks?"

The old church in the eastern part of Van der Holt.

Built in the late 19th century in the Gothic style, the church's spire was damaged, and few of the stained glass windows remained. It was surrounded by abandoned industrial areas and rarely visited. Dean parked his car two blocks away.

The four got off the bus: Dean, Sam, Castio, and Adam, who insisted on coming along.

“You stay in the car,” Dean said to Adam.

“I can help,” Adam said. “Besides, I’d like to see Mary, even though she’s not my biological mother.”

Dean looked at him for a few seconds, then tossed him a demon hunter's dagger: "Stay close, don't wander off."

They walked along the rusted railway tracks toward the church.

The setting sun dyed the sky blood red, and the air smelled of rust and damp wood. It was so quiet all around; there were no birdsong, no insect chirping, only the whistling of the wind through the broken windows.

The church doors were ajar.

Dean pushed open the door, the hinges groaning shrilly.

The interior looked more dilapidated than the exterior; benches were overturned, the altar was collapsed, and a cross hung askew on the wall, but the floor was clean and dust-free, as if it had been recently cleaned.

A person was standing in front of the altar.

A woman, around 30 years old, with long brown hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, wearing a simple plaid shirt and jeans, is facing away from the doorway, looking down at something.

Dean's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

That back view was so familiar. Countless nights when he was a child, he would hide behind the door and watch his mother busy in the kitchen, and that was exactly the kind of back view he saw.

But everything changed completely when Sam was born, and he never saw that figure again.

"Mom?" Dean's voice trembled slightly.

The woman turned around, and it was indeed Mary Winchester.

Or rather, they have the exact same face, but the eyes are different. Mary's eyes are a gentle brown, but deep within those eyes lies a very faint, almost imperceptible, cold light.

“Dean, Sam.” She smiled, a smile exactly as she remembered. “You’ve come.”

She opened her arms as if to hug him, and Dean took a step forward, then stopped.

"You said Eve saved you," Dean said. "How did she save you?"

“I was trapped in a dark place for a long time,” Mary said softly. “Then she came, pulled me out, and said I could see you, as long as I came here and waited.”

"What's that place like?" Sam asked.

Mary tilted her head, as if recalling something. "It was cold. There were many cries. And blood, lots of blood."

“That’s the edge of hell,” Castio suddenly said, his voice tense. “Her soul did go there, but that’s not Mary.”

Mary's smile faded slightly: "Who are you, trying to sow discord between my son and me!"

“You are not her.” Castio stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the blue light of angelic power. “Mary Winchester’s soul should have rested twenty-seven years ago. You are just a fake disguised as her.”

“A fake?” Mary, or rather the monster disguised as Mary, laughed. “Looks like I couldn’t fool you after all.”

Her body began to change; her skin melted and reformed like wax, she grew taller, her features became distorted, and she eventually became a completely different woman.

She was around thirty years old, with a pretty face but empty eyes, and was wearing a white dress.

From the shadows of the church behind her emerged another figure—Eve. (End of Chapter)