Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Metatron snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and made a gesture with his right hand in front of him, instantly creating a miniature shield composed of countless fine silver runes.

The light arrow struck the rune shield, exploding into a hazy pink-gold mist, but failed to penetrate; its energy was absorbed and disintegrated by the rapidly circulating runes.

Metatron's forward momentum was almost unaffected.

A fierce glint flashed in Cupid's eyes. His butterfly wings fluttered rapidly, and his body flew backward. At the same time, he drew his bow again, this time conjuring three slightly smaller arrows of light on the bowstring, which shot towards Castio in a triangular formation!
Castio didn't have the sophisticated defensive spells of Metatron.

He let out a low shout, and the remaining angelic power within him surged forth, forming a thin, pale blue light curtain in front of him.

The three light arrows struck the light screen, emitting a hissing, burning sound.

The light curtain rippled violently, barely managing to block it, but Castio felt a strange, sweet emotional fluctuation trying to seep in, causing him a strange unease and palpitations.

He bit his tongue hard, using the pain to dispel the distraction, and continued charging forward.

"You annoying guys!" Cupid's voice was crisp but filled with anger. He realized that these two people were not simple, especially the one in the suit, whose strength was much more restrained than his own.

He stopped trying to attack, flapped his wings violently, and turned to try to escape as a streak of light.

“Stay!” Metatron had already anticipated this.

He spread his left hand and clenched it tightly in the direction Cupid had fled.

Several chains made of silver light suddenly appeared in the void, rustling as they wrapped around Cupid's wings and limbs!
Cupid screamed and writhed awkwardly in the air, shooting out arrows of light in an attempt to shatter the chains.

But those silver chains were exceptionally tough, possessing the characteristics of confinement and sealing, making them the nemesis of his nature, which leaned towards rules of emotion and desire.

Although he shattered two chains, more entangled him, temporarily trapping him in mid-air, his butterfly wings flapping in vain.

Castio seized the opportunity, leaped up, and reached for the pink and gold crystal bow that Cupid was holding tightly in his hand!

Cupid gripped his bow tightly, his violet eyes glaring at Castio with fury: "Do you know whose possession you're stealing? This is the power of Cupid!"

Castio did not answer.

Jane's face flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

This time it was for repair, not for killing. He gripped the bow with his fingers and snapped it open! At the same time, he gathered a faint holy light in his other hand and struck Cupid's wrist.

"Ah!" Cupid cried out in pain, his wrist went numb and he instinctively let go.

The crystal bow fell into Castio's hands.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, yet it is unusually heavy, as if you are holding a vortex of solidified and restless emotions.

Its body trembled slightly, as if it had a sense of self and was resisting the touch of someone who was not its owner.

Seeing this, Metatron reached out with his right hand and grabbed the quiver hanging from Cupid's waist, which flew into his hand with a 'whoosh'.

Without even glancing at it, he quickly stuffed the quiver into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"You'll regret this!" Cupid, bound tightly in chains, threatened in a shrill voice, filled with shame and anger, "The god of love will not let thieves get away with it!"

Metatron glanced at him expressionlessly and waved his left hand again.

An even more powerful sealing force surged forth, transforming into a silver cocoon that enveloped Cupid along with his scream. The cocoon rapidly shrank, eventually becoming a thumb-sized, slightly trembling silver bead that fell into Metatron's palm.

He casually put the beads away as well.

The entire exchange, under the cover of the silence field, lasted less than ten seconds. Those outside the field were completely unaware; even the few unlucky ones affected by the field simply shook their heads blankly after it was removed, thinking they had just been distracted.

Dwight was still awkwardly swaying his body, completely unaware of what had just happened above him, his gaze still following the red-haired woman.

Castio stood still, holding the warm yet heavy crystal bow, slightly out of breath.

The battle was brief, but the emotional impact of Cupid's arrows still lingered within him, making him somewhat agitated.

He looked at the exquisite bow in his hand, which contained powerful rules, and then at Metatron.

Metatron had regained his composure, straightened his suit, and acted as if he had merely swatted a mosquito.

He walked to Castio's side, his gaze falling on the bow, a barely perceptible burning intensity flashing deep in his eyes, but his expression remained calm.

“Very good, Castio, the second trial is complete, and we have obtained the necessary tools.” He held out his hand. “Give me the bow; I need to check its condition and prepare for the next step.”

Castio hesitated for a moment. The bow was slightly warm in his hand, as if it were whispering with life.

But Metatron's reasoning was irrefutable, and he handed over the bow.

Metatron took the crystal bow, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on its surface, feeling the surging primal power within it—a power of connection, longing, and union.

His fingertip touched a specific rune node almost imperceptibly.

“The power it contains is purer than expected,” Metatron commented, his tone as usual. “This is indeed an excellent medium for repairing bonds of trust. You’ve done well, Castio. You see, not all trials are accompanied by death. Sometimes what we need is to acquire the right tools.”

His words were like a comforting balm, dispelling some of the lingering gloom in Castio's heart caused by Jane.

Maybe…

Perhaps he really is on the right path.

Using this bow that can connect emotions to mend broken relationships in heaven sounds more hopeful than simple purification.

"Where do we go next?" Castio asked, feeling a slight lightening of the burden on his shoulders.

Metatron carefully placed the crystal bow in a specially made soft cloth bag and put it away.

"Let's find a quiet place. I need some time to use the power of this bow to do some...preparations; then we will have the third and final trial, which will directly determine the fate of the Gates of Heaven."

He patted Castillo on the shoulder, the gesture somewhat awkward, but the intention was reassuring.

"Hold on, Castio, you're getting closer to your goal, you're saving heaven."

The two quietly left the still noisy 'Whispers of the Lone Star' bar and disappeared into the colorful night of Houston.

Unbeknownst to Castio, the instant he turned to leave, Metatron, using his pocket as cover, brushed his fingers across the crystal bow once more.

Inside the bow, the power of 'connection' was guided and deflected in a very subtle way, and its core direction was quietly modified.

From connecting with emotions to identifying with the soul.

Countless extremely subtle and invisible ripples, centered on Metatron, spread out to infinity in a way that transcends the current dimension, like an invisible net cast into the vast night, beginning to search for and mark the coordinates of those unique angel souls.

Castio, absorbed in a sense of comfort and determination to move forward, remained completely unaware of all this. (End of Chapter)