Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

When the seventy-year-old man lay down on the metal bed, he still looked old, but when he stood up, he became a different person.
No, it's something else.

His hair was still white, but it was no longer soft; instead, it was like white metal wire, each strand thick and stiff, gleaming coldly under the light. His hair cascaded over his shoulders like a silver crown.

His skin turned light gray, like the frozen ground in winter.

A thin layer of frost covered his surface, growing from beneath his skin. This frost formed intricate hexagonal patterns, covering his entire body like a natural suit of armor.

His eyes turned silver-white, with blue specks of light shimmering deep within his pupils, like stars in a blizzard. When he blinked, tiny ice crystals would condense on his eyelashes, then fall and dissipate into the air.

The scariest thing about him is his mouth.

When he opened his mouth, what was revealed were not human teeth, but wolf teeth, with four particularly long canines that extended from the upper and lower jaws and interlocked like two rows of daggers.

Those teeth were also silvery-white, covered with a layer of frost.

"Marcus, Berserker. Codename 'Frostwolf'."

Elena is the fourth.

As she sat up in bed, the temperature around her suddenly dropped.

Her skin turned a translucent pale white, like ice shining through, revealing pale golden veins underneath—no, not veins, but some kind of flowing liquid slowly circulating within her body.

The liquids shimmered with a faint, cold light, like the aurora borealis.

Her hair was still white, but it was no longer ordinary white hair. Each strand had turned into an ice crystal, thin, long, and transparent, refracting a rainbow of colors under the light.

The icy hair fell down and touched the edge of the bed, where a thin layer of frost immediately condensed.

Her eyes turned a pure ice blue, like two frozen lakes, with tiny snowflakes swirling deep within her pupils, each one unique.

Three pairs of tiny cracks appeared on her face, running from the corners of her eyes to her chin. They weren't wounds, but rather resembled some kind of organ. When the cracks opened slightly, a pale blue light could be seen shining through them, shimmering rhythmically like breathing.

She raised her hand.

Her hands were slender and long, but the skin was also translucent, revealing the bones underneath. The bones were pale blue, as if they were sculpted from ice.

"Elena, magic-based, codename 'Frosty Moon'."

Michelle is the fifth.

When she stood up from the bed, the entire testing platform was illuminated by golden light.

Her skin turned pure white, like porcelain, but with fine golden patterns on the surface.

The lines spread outwards from her heart, covering her entire body like a complex network. The lines were constantly flowing, and golden light moved along them like blood.

Her eyes turned a pure dark gold, without pupils, only two burning lights.

The light was so bright that people dared not look directly at her; when she looked at people, they felt their souls being burned.

What's most terrifying is what's behind her.

Six slender, golden spikes grew from the area of ​​the two shoulder blades, piercing through the skin and extending from the back like some kind of deformed wings.

The spikes are also covered with flowing patterns, and the tips pierce the air, emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Seven pairs of tiny, golden tendrils grew from her forehead to her chin. These tendrils were short, like whiskers, but they could move. They writhed slowly on her face, as if they had a life of their own.

“Michel, French, codename ‘Blazing Eyes’.”

Kyle is the sixth.

When he got out of bed, you could barely see him. Not that you really couldn't see him, but you were looking at him, but your brain couldn't process what you were seeing.

His body was constantly twisting and deforming, like a swirling ink. Sometimes you could see a person standing there, sometimes you could only see a shadow, and sometimes you couldn't see anything at all.

When his body finally stabilized, it was possible to make out his appearance with difficulty.

His skin turned pure black, like a black hole, capable of absorbing all light.

The skin surface had no texture, smooth as a mirror, but instead of reflecting light like a mirror, it constantly absorbed light.

His body was very thin, as thin as a skeleton.

Each rib was visible through the skin; the black bones were wrapped in something, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

His face had no features; where the features should have been were a smooth, black plane.

It has no eyes, no nose, no mouth, but you can feel it watching you; something is gazing at you from that black plane.

Occasionally, an eye would appear on that face.

It doesn't appear in a fixed location; it appears randomly. It might be on the forehead, the cheek, or the chin. The eye is pure white, without a pupil, just a deathly white.

"Kyle, reconnaissance unit, codename 'Fog'."

Leila is the seventh.

When she stood up from the bed, the entire testing platform was enveloped in a warm aura, but the warmth was abnormal, too warm, so warm that it sent chills down her spine.

Her skin turned milky white, like fresh milk, but with a faint golden glow on the surface.

The halo flickered rhythmically like breathing, and with each flicker, a warm current spread out around her, turning her hair into pure gold, like threads formed from sunlight.

Her hair was very long, reaching her waist, and each strand was faintly glowing. When the wind blew, the hair fluttered like a golden flame.

Her eyes also turned a warm gold, with a soft light flowing deep within her pupils.

Looking at her makes me feel very comfortable, and I want to get closer to her, but the comfort is abnormal, too comfortable, so comfortable that it feels like I'm losing myself.

The most terrifying thing was her hands.

Her hands were beautiful, slender and long, with smooth skin, but there were three eyes on the back of each hand.

Those eyes weren't decorations; they were real eyes.

Golden pupils, milky white sclera, they move and blink. They look at people as if observing prey. When Lyra raises her hand, those eyes open at the same time, and ordinary people feel that everything about them is seen through.

"Lyra, a healer, codename 'Morning Dew'."

Karim is the eighth.

When he got up from the bed, the entire testing ground was filled with the scent of the desert: a hot, dry wind, fine sand, and the distant growls of wild beasts.

His skin had turned a dark brown, like dried soil.

The surface is covered with fine, dark red lines. The lines are very deep, like a dried-up riverbed. Occasionally, some dark red liquid seeps out from the lines, but it doesn't flow down; it just slowly undulates on the surface.

His eyes turned amber, the pupils shrinking to a vertical line like a snake's; there was no human emotion in those eyes, only a calm, cold observation.

What's most terrifying is what's behind him. (End of Chapter)