*storm's POV*

There was no sound. No scream. the air, time seemed to slow down. I held my breath, hoping against hope that my aim was true. The devil's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the blade pierce through his body. His attack on Scott faltered, and for a moment, it seemed like we might have a chance.

But the devil was no ordinary foe. With an eerie, sinister grin, he simply pulled the blade out of his own body as if he were unharmed. My heart sank as I realized that the sword alone wouldn't be enough to defeat him.

"Nice try, Storm," he mocked, his voice dripping...