The man in the suit slammed his head against the wall. A housewife gnawed at her own arm. A convenience store clerk shoved over a shelf, then dropped to his knees and vomited pale yellow mucus.
No one knew what had happened.
But everyone felt that something had ended.
Demon Hunter Guild, Command Center.
Wu Heng stood before the main screen, looking at the satellite image of the enormous crater. The feed was live. Thermal scans showed the temperature at the bottom was abnormally low, close to absolute zero, with no signs of life.
Renault's face was deathly pale. "All signals... they've all disappeared! Dean, Sam, Castiel, and the seven teams that went in—eighty-seven people in total... all of them are out of contact."
David called from the municipal center, his voice urgent. "What happened to that building? The governor has declared a state of emergency. The National Guard is on the way!"
"Tell them the crisis has been resolved." Wu Heng's voice was terrifyingly calm. "The Leviathan hive mind has been destroyed. The remaining individuals are losing activity. Have the medical teams take over Sulfur Falls Hospital. As for that crater... seal off a one-kilometer radius. Don't let anyone near it."
"What about our demon hunters?!"
Wu Heng did not answer.
0.03 seconds before the explosion, there had been a massive spatial-rift signal. Its source was that building, and the coordinates it pointed to...
"Purgatory," Wu Heng murmured. "The birthplace of the Leviathans."
He turned to look at the remaining staff in the command center. Everyone was watching him, their eyes filled with confusion—and a trace of lingering hope.
They hoped their demon hunter comrades might still have a chance to survive.
"Renault." Without offering any further explanation, Wu Heng changed the subject. "Organize the remaining demon hunters and