Michigan was filled with ghostly wails and howls, radiating a faint glow woven from ghostly blue and black.
The first time anyone saw that light through photographs, telescopes, or any other means, they felt something deep in their hearts.
That glow possessed neither the warmth of sunlight nor the chill of moonlight. Instead, it was a horrifying, uncanny shade somewhere between life and death, making them feel short of breath—as though they had sensed death itself.
The clan leaders in the conference room stared fixedly at the footage on the screen.
The image gradually zoomed in.
Everyone could clearly see what had become of the city.
Within the city shrouded in ghostly blue light, skyscrapers had become twisted skeletons of steel reinforcement, covered in gray, withered vines.
Strange blue-gray smog drifted through the streets.
The air was saturated with metallic particulate dust and visible murky vapors. One could imagine that breathing in such an environment would make every breath feel like swallowing poison.
Evil spirits drifted and wandered through the streets from time to time.
The bodies they possessed had already become tattered and ruined. Many were nothing but skeletons, barely hung with a few scraps of rotten flesh.
A denser blue-gray fog suddenly surged down the street.
The concrete of the high-rises on either side cracked, metal twisted, and the road was relentlessly torn apart until it reached those evil spirits.
Amid their agonized howls, the remaining corpses and skeletons of their possessed bodies were effortlessly crushed into bone powder and pulp, swept away into the distance by the fog.
Only the incorporeal souls of the evil spirits remained where they were.
The instant their souls touched the mist in the air, sizzling sounds rang out.
Wisps of gray vapor continuously seeped from them, while they inhaled ghostly blue