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The rest of the group gathered in the designated spots, following the exorcist’s guidance. Jason sat directly in front of him, with a firepot placed between them, glowing softly in the dim light.The ritual began. The exorcist led the chants, his voice resonating through the room, while the group joined in harmony. The combined energy of their voices filled the air with a palpable intensity.The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as the exorcist prepared for the confrontation. His confidence was palpable, his every gesture commanding an unshakable faith in his purpose. Clad in his ritual robes, his voice calm but resolute, as if daring the darkness itself.”Come,” he seemed to say to the unseen entity. “I am here. Come if you can. We are ready to put you down.”The hours crept by, the air thick with the scent of burning incense and the hum of sacred chants. The group, seated behind him, followed his lead, repeating the ancient words tirelessly. Yet, as the hours dragged on, there was no sign of the devil. Doubt began to flicker in some of their eyes.But the exorcist was unshaken. He knew-deep in his soul-that the devil would come. It was inevitable. Rising to his feet, he addressed the group, his voice steady and full of conviction.”Do not give up,” he urged. “Read the rituals with all your heart, with strength in your tone. Let your voices rise like a flame in the darkness.”The group drew strength from his words. Together, they raised their voices, their chants growing louder and more fervent, each syllable filled with unwavering determination.As the clock approached midnight, a shift was felt in the atmosphere. The temperature dropped, and a cold, unnatural wind swept through the room. The exorcist stilled, his eyes narrowing as he sensed it-a presence that sent a chill down everyone’s spine.”The devil is here,” he whispered, his voice steady but tinged with a grim resolve.