Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

A man in a suit was banging his head against the wall, a housewife was biting her own arm, and a convenience store clerk was pushing over a shelf before kneeling on the ground and vomiting a pale yellow mucus.

No one knows what happened.

But everyone sensed that something had come to an end.

The Witcher Guild, Command Center.

Wu Heng stood in front of the main screen, looking at the satellite image of the huge crater. The image was real-time, and the thermal scan showed that the temperature at the bottom of the crater was abnormally low, close to absolute zero, and there were no signs of life.

Renault's face turned deathly pale: "All signals... have all disappeared! Dean, Sam, Castio, and the seven teams that went in, a total of eighty-seven people... have all lost contact."

David called from the city hall, his voice urgent: "What's going on with that building? The governor has declared a state of emergency, and the National Guard is on its way!"

“Tell them the crisis is over.” Wu Heng’s voice was eerily calm. “Leviathan’s main brain has been destroyed, and the remaining individuals are losing their activity. Have the medical team take over Sulforth Hospital. As for that pit… seal off the area within one kilometer and don’t let anyone get close.”

"What about our Witcher?!"

Wu Heng did not answer.

0.03 seconds before the explosion, there was a massive spatial tear signal, the source of which was that building, pointing to the coordinates...

“Purgatory,” Wu Heng whispered, “the birthplace of Leviathan.”

He turned to look at the remaining staff in the command center. Everyone was looking at him, their eyes filled with confusion and a glimmer of hope.

I hope my Witcher teammates will have a chance to survive.

“Renault.” Wu Heng didn’t explain much, but instead said, “Organize the remaining Witchers and begin the cleanup mission: First, purify all contaminated water sources, doubling the dosage of borax solution; second, search for all remaining low-level Leviathan hosts, and dispose of them centrally after confirming they have lost their activity; third, cooperate with the government in the aftermath.”

"What about the missing people?" A young witcher stood up, his voice trembling. "Shouldn't we...go and rescue them?"

Wu Heng stared at him for a long time.

“We must save them,” Wu Heng finally said, “but not now, and not with you. Time flows differently in Purgatory and the human world. A day there might only be an hour here. They have a chance to survive if they are strong enough, smart enough, and lucky enough.”

He paused.

"And our task is to make sure that when they come back, the world hasn't been dragged down by the mess they left behind, understand?"

"Understood!" Everyone began to move.

Purgatory.

There is no sky here, or rather, the sky is an eternally churning, dark red fog.

Lightning occasionally flashes through the thick fog, but it is yellow, like pus seeping from a wound.

There was no ground beneath their feet; beneath them lay some kind of semi-solid, constantly wriggling substance, like the stomach wall of a giant beast, its surface covered with mucus and constantly opening and closing pores.

The temperature is very high, at least forty degrees Celsius, and the humidity is 100%.

The air was as thick as soup, and every breath felt like swallowing scalding hot mud.

The smell was indescribable: sulfur, rotting meat, deep-sea silt, and some kind of cloyingly sweet chemical smell, all mixed together.

When Dean woke up, he found himself half-buried in that worm-like substance.

The wound on his left shoulder was still there, but it was no longer bleeding. The high temperature caused the surface of the wound to char rapidly, like it had been branded with a hot iron. He struggled to sit up and looked around.

As far as the eye could see, there was an endless expanse of dark red 'field'.

Strange structures stand on the plains: some are bone towers, made up of countless twisted skeletons; some are fleshy growths, their surfaces covered with pulsating blood vessels; and others resemble giant mushrooms, with corrosive liquid dripping from their caps.

There is no Sam.

There is no Castio.

There were no other witchers. Only him and this land that seemed alive, breathing, and filled with malice.

"Sam!" Dean roared, his voice carrying little distance through the thick air, "Casdeo! Is anyone there?"

His response came from a distant, inhuman roar.

Hundreds and thousands of voices mingled together, like a never-ending death chorus.

Dean gritted his teeth, drew the demon-hunting knife from his waist, and struggled to his feet. His feet sank half a foot into the worm-like material, and he had to pull them out with force with every step.

He chose a direction and started walking forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, he saw the first creature.

This thing in front of me may have once been some kind of hellish demon, but it is no longer.

It is three meters tall and its whole body is covered with pale yellow scales, from which mucus constantly seeps out.

It has six legs like an insect, but the end of each leg is a human hand.

Its head has no facial features, only a huge mouth covered with needle-like teeth.

The creature was devouring a corpse. Dean recognized it as a demon hunter from the guild, wearing standard tactical gear, but his lower body had been eaten.

The monster noticed Dean and turned its head. It had no eyes, but Dean could feel it looking at him.

He raised his knife.

The monster let out an excited roar and pounced forward with all six legs moving at an incredible speed, leaving a yellow afterimage in the viscous air.

Dean sidestepped, a flash of light, and severed his foremost leg.

The severed leg lay on the ground, still twitching, and yellow viscous fluid gushed from the stump.

The monster seemed to feel no pain, and continued to attack with its other five legs. Dean rolled to dodge, but the material beneath his feet was too soft, and he was a beat too slow. A 'hand' grabbed his calf, and the nails dug into his flesh.

A sharp pain shot through me!

Dean swung his knife and severed the hand.

But as more hands reached out, he realized he couldn't engage in a prolonged fight. This monster had unlimited stamina, while he was injured and bleeding, and would eventually be worn down to death.

He saw a fleshy structure in the terrain beside him, with a narrow crevice underneath.

He rushed there immediately, with the monster in hot pursuit. Just as he was about to be caught, Dean lunged into the crevice, getting stuck outside the monster's massive body, which frantically clawed at him.

The crevice was deep, leading straight down, and Dean slid down and fell into a cave.

The cave was filled with skeletons, some human, some demonic, and many others unidentifiable.

The air was slightly better, at least there wasn't as much slime. Dean leaned against the pile of bones, panting, examining the wound on his calf. The wound was black, and the monster's nails were poisonous.

He pulled out the last antidote from his tactical vest, injected it, and the pain subsided somewhat, but the dizziness persisted.

He needs to find Sam, Castio, and the others.

I can't die here.

At the same time, in another part of purgatory.

Castillo woke up earlier than Dean.

He found himself lying beside a 'river', but the water flowing in it was not water; instead, it was a pale yellow, viscous liquid with a pungent odor.

Various debris floated on the surface of the liquid: broken weapons, shattered armor, half-melted organs, and so on. (End of Chapter)