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Although we had resolved the issue with Beelzebub's evolution going awry—by using Alchemy to synthesize his dying body with the essences and energies of all the other familiars and my own—something happened that shocked us to the core. A giant tree emerged from the cauldron: a deadly Alchemy Spirit.
This entity embodied the accumulated resentment, hatred, and grief Beelzebub harbored toward humans. It was a true Alchemy Spirit forged from the agony of the life he had lived and all the horrors he had endured.
There was nothing left to do but fight it with our own hands. This Alchemy Spirit had to be defeated at all costs, and quickly, so Beelzebub could finally evolve safely.
"Let's go!"
