Just as Ash and the others suddenly appeared in Michigan and swiftly relocated to the Indiana border, a Great Evil Spirit floated in Lake Superior near Marquette. It resembled a minotaur, its enormous body as large as a high-rise building.
It seemed to be floating on the lake, but in truth, its feet were planted on the lakebed.
Its eyes were bloodshot, and the scent of sulfur wafted from its body.
It was Baal, the Great Evil Spirit that had escaped its seal within Leatherface of the Book of Evil Spirits. With the help of the other two, it had gained freedom through Marrow Rot.
As witnesses to the Flesh-Weaving Machine, even though the three were Evil Spirits, they knew that some things could not be spoken of carelessly. Otherwise, not even they could protect this opportunity.
Thus, they naturally formed an alliance.
Baal, who had been resting with its eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Black energy erupted from its body, sending the lake water churning violently.
The once-clear water had now completely turned dark red, giving off a cloying stench of blood.
No one knew how many corpses lay buried at the bottom of this lake, or how many souls had drowned within it.
Strange shadows occasionally darted across the lakebed. They were not fish, but Evil Spirits—though some Evil Spirits had fish heads and resembled fish.
Baal's movement triggered a chain reaction.
Another insect-driving Evil Spirit, shaped like a gigantic whale, twisted up from the lake surface with a body three times fatter or thinner than it had been half a year ago.
"Baal, what the hell are you going crazy for?"
"You nearly disrupted our refining process. Didn't I tell you? According to the research of Livimara, the alchemical Evil Spirit, we are already trying to find