In the heart of Spade Castle, the air crackled with a volatile mix of scorching heat and biting cold as the twin devils, Lilith and Nahamah, unleashed their combined Demon Fire and Demon Ice Magic. Nacht Faust, the Black Bulls' vice-captain, stood amidst the chaos. In a desperate bid, Nacht attempted to seal himself along with Lilith and Nahamah. However, the devils shattered the confines with ease, their laughter echoing ominously. They ensnared Nacht's arms with their magic, eliciting a cry of agony from him—a sound that only seemed to delight them further.

Just as Nahamah reached for Nacht's throat, a sudden distortion rippled through the shadows. Emerging from the darkness, you intervened, your presence a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching despair. The devils recoiled, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected intrusion. Nacht's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of relief and concern flashing across his features.

— You... What are you doing here? He questioned, his voice strained yet carrying a hint of gratitude.

Lilith's gaze shifted to you, her eyes gleaming with malevolent curiosity. Nahamah's grin widened, flames dancing along his form. Nacht, recognizing the opportunity, began to gather his remaining strength, his shadowy aura intensifying.

— Together, we can turn the tide. Nacht stated, his voice firm despite his injuries. His eyes met yours, a silent understanding passing between you both.

— We can't waste this chance.