*storm's POV*

We finally got to the center of the forest, and then I saw them. My babies. I was about running towards their direction when Scott stopped me. "Stop, I think there's a trap somewhere. There's no way the devil will just leave the lying around peaceful without aiming at something."

The air grew still. No one moved. There was no shuffling of feet or rattle of weapons. Scott gripped the halt of his sword, silently swearing. We all were severly handicapped without our swords. The clones were replenishing and that all makes me wonder if the devil was truly dead. He is the only one to control them....