Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

It crashed through the roof of the seven-story hospital main building and into the blood collection room on the second floor of the hematology department.

There was no explosion, at least not initially.

The walls, ceiling, and equipment in the blood collection room did not shatter upon being touched by the falling body; instead, they eerily melted.

Concrete, metal, and glass, when swept by the blue energy ripples that covered their entire bodies and constantly flickered and undulated, lost their structure, becoming limp, flowing, and emitting pungent, faintly glowing smoke like melting candles.

The blood in the plasma bag evaporated instantly, the glass tube shattered, and the metal chair twisted into a pretzel.

The figure rose from the ruins.

It was once an angel.

The remaining fragments of the robe and the faintly visible emblem of heaven on the chest are still discernible.

But its face was completely distorted and deformed, and its mouth was wide open but could not utter any formed syllables, only a hoarse, intermittent sound of air rubbing together.

There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only two bright, blue-white lights that seemed to be flashing violently and about to pop out of their sockets.

Its wings were reduced to two charred, smoky remnants. With each spasmodic twitch, a fine stream of blue energy sparks would erupt from the remnants, like a runaway high-voltage power line.

It began to walk.

Without direction, without purpose.

They simply walked step by step through the melting walls into the corridor.

A young nurse carrying a tray came out from around the corner and was stunned when she saw this 'thing' in front of her.

The mad angel also saw her.

Or rather, it sensed a warm, luminous life form ahead that was completely different from itself.

what is that?
Its fragmented consciousness is unrecognizable.

But the churning pain within it instinctively wanted to pour out and touch anything that was 'not itself'.

It raised its hand.

There were no incantations, no magic circles, and no complex energy shaping.

He simply and uncontrollably released the chaotic holy light that had accumulated within his body, like turning on a tap.

A thick, unstable beam of blue-white light shot from its palm, striking the nurse in the chest. Not burning, but annihilating.

Her upper body turned into scattered gray dust in a tenth of a second, while her lower body remained standing, swayed, and collapsed onto the melted and deformed floor.

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from the end of the corridor.

That's the direction of the children's ward.

The mad angel continued on.

Its pace was slow, but the corridor was constantly melting and collapsing, the ceiling was peeling off, and steel bars were hanging down like melting noodles.

It passed by the nurses' station, and three seconds later the nurses' station turned into a bubbling, viscous liquid.

As they passed through the family waiting area, more than a dozen people were swept away by the dissipating blue energy waves before they even had time to escape. Their bodies crumbled silently, like shattered plaster statues.

It entered the children's ward.

The door frame melted the moment it entered.

There were seven children in the room, ranging in age from three to nine. Some were sitting on the bed, some were leaning against the window, and some were huddled in the corner.

They screamed, cried, and called for their mother.

The mad angel stood at the doorway, his empty eye sockets flashing intensely.

Within its fragmented consciousness, something in a very distant place resonated with an extremely faint, painful echo.

A child? It once... came into contact with... some young being... somewhere in heaven...

But what is that?
Why can't I remember?
Why does my head hurt more the more I think about it? Why is this indescribable feeling of loss more painful than a burning sensation in my chest?

"Ugh... Ahhhhhhh—!"

It let out a heart-wrenching howl, unlike any other living creature.

Then all the suppressed energy within it went out of control in an unprecedentedly violent manner.

That wasn't an explosion, it was a release.

A torrent of blue-white holy light emanated from it, expanding spherically in all directions. Wherever it passed, all matter was reduced to the most basic and minute dust particles.

The walls, the windows, the hospital bed, the toys, the crayon drawings, and those seven children who didn't even have time to cry out again...

Starting from the second floor, the entire building vanished silently and swiftly, like a block of ice under the scorching sun.

When the rescue team arrived at the scene forty minutes later, they found a building wreckage that had been dug away by tremendous force.

The buildings on the ground have completely disappeared, leaving only a few strange, solidified, glass-like melting marks at the edge of the foundation.

There were no intact corpses within a 50-meter radius.

Only occasionally are blackened plastic hair clips belonging to children or half a charred teddy bear found in the cracks of the ruins.

Subsequent statistics showed that a total of 143 people died at St. Luke's Children's Hospital, including 97 children, 46 medical staff and their families, and zero survivors.

The mad angel that caused all of this collapsed in the center of the now-defunct building's foundation after its energy was completely released. Its body was curled up like a fetus, with faint blue-white sparks flickering beneath its charred skin, like a lamp about to run out of fuel.

It did not die.

No one knows how to kill this being; it simply... exhausted its current energy and fell into hibernation.

A few hours later, two witchers wearing protective suits and belonging to a guild found it.

One of them raised a specially made demon-hunting knife infused with borax and silver powder.

“Wait,” another person grabbed his arm, his voice hoarse, “look at it…”

The mad angel's curled-up body was unconscious, with its right hand stretched forward, its five fingers slightly spread, as if trying to grasp or touch something.

The contorted, pained expression on its face subsided slightly during its hibernation, revealing a...heartbreaking sadness rather than horror.

"It just wanted to... touch those kids?" The younger witcher couldn't believe his own words.

The older man was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Perhaps it doesn't even know what it wants to do."

He raised the knife without further hesitation.

The blade fell.

The mad angel's body turned into dust and vanished silently with the wind on the Chicago River.

But similar events were happening all over the world at the same time.

Egypt, Suez Canal, 3 p.m.

This is one of the world's busiest waterways for trade, with a cargo ship passing through on average every fifteen minutes.

At this moment, the container ship "Scorpio" was slowly entering the middle of the canal. Captain Amir stood in the bridge, drinking strong tea and listening to the indistinct news on the radio. The reports about the meteors were still ongoing. The government said it was some kind of space debris falling and told everyone not to panic.

He looked up at the sky.

Then I saw those five tangled, tumbling, and falling points of light.

They seemed to be chasing each other, or perhaps fighting each other. There were no weapons, no skills, just two broken souls driven to madness, using the most primal method to slam the uncontrolled energy within them into each other.

They collided at an altitude of approximately 300 meters above the canal. (End of Chapter)