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As the hours passed and the first rays of sunlight began to pierce the horizon, hope started to wane. They carried on until sunrise, but the devil never showed. Exhausted and filled with worry, the exorcist finally admitted defeat. He looked at his group, his face etched with regret and fatigue, and told them, “We must stop. The devil will not come.”Reluctantly, the group ceased their rituals, their spirits heavy with the weight of failure. The storm began to subside, but the silence that followed felt far more ominous.Mark and Rozy sat quietly in their dimly lit room, the faint echoes of the exorcist’s rituals still lingering in their ears. The night had been tense, each chant and murmur filling the air with an unsettling energy. As the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, they knew the rituals had stopped. Something was wrong.Morning had arrived, but with it came an ominous silence. Mark and Rozy exchanged worried glances, their unease growing by the second. The weight of the night’s events pressed heavily on them, leaving countless unanswered questions.Suddenly, a firm knock broke the stillness, making them both jump. Mark hurried to the door, his heart pounding. As he opened it, he was met with the solemn figure of the exorcist. The man stood there, his face etched with sorrow, his shoulders heavy with unspoken words.Mark’s chest tightened as he took in the man’s expression. “What happened?” he asked, his voice cracking with fear.But the exorcist said nothing. He stood silent.Mark repeatedly asked, “What has happened? What’s going on?”The exorcist, lowered his head and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, dear,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “We have failed. We lost.”Mark’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? What did we lose? What are you talking about?”The exorcist looked up slowly, his eyes filled with regret.