The final confrontation took place in the heart of the Blackwood Asylum, its decaying walls echoing with the echoes of forgotten screams. A storm raged outside, mirroring the tempest within Aris as he faced David Joe Trump. The air crackled with raw power, the symbols etched into the asylum walls glowing with an eerie luminescence. David, surrounded by his acolytes, stood defiant, his eyes burning with fanatical zeal. He believed he was on the cusp of achieving ultimate power, of bending the very fabric of reality to his will.

Izzy, ever the pragmatist, stood beside Aris, her Glock raised, a stark contrast to the supernatural forces swirling around them. Sarah, her face pale but resolute, clutched the ancient artifact that held the key to disrupting David's ritual. The artifact, passed down through generations of her family, pulsed with a gentle light, a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. The battle was not just physical; it was a clash between science and the supernatural, between belief and skepticism, between order and chaos.