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The exorcist stood in the dimly lit room, his voice steady as he chanted the ancient incantations. His call to summon the devil echoed through the space, yet no response came. Despite the silence, he remained undeterred, continuing the ritual with unwavering focus.An hour passed. Slowly, the atmosphere around them began to shift. The once still air turned restless, as gusts of wind rattled the windows. The soft patter of rain grew into a relentless downpour, its rhythm punctuated by the deafening roars of thunder. The storm seemed alive, its fury shaking the very foundation of the house.Above their heads, a loud crash reverberated as if heavy stones had fallen onto the roof. Mark and Rozy, who are in the room with a mix of fear and anticipation, exchanged uneasy glances. The floor beneath them trembled faintly, a subtle vibration that hinted at something far greater stirring beyond their sight.Mark clenched Rozy’s hand tightly. “Something big is happening,” he whispered. “This can’t just be the storm.”Rozy nodded, her face pale. “This has to be connected to the ritual,” she murmured. “We need to pray.”Kneeling together, they clasped their hands and began to pray fervently, their voices rising above the howling wind. They begged for divine protection, pleading for salvation from the chaos that was unfolding.The exorcist, however, remained composed. He knew the signs. The growing storm, the trembling house, and the unnatural presence in the air were all because the devil refusing to showup.The air was thick with tension as the group of ten, led by the determined exorcist, continued their ritual. Suddenly, a chilling, guttural voice broke through the storm, echoing across the clearing. It was the Devil, its voice filled with fury and malice.”Stop this now!” the voice roared. “Or else, I will leave Jason’s body in the depths of the jungle!”The threat hung heavily in the air, but the exorcist and his companions did not waver.