>Do not interfere with the Avatar's soul; I'd like to hope their Champion will be grateful for what we've done, and no good will come from leaving them broken like this, at any rate - not while we are so spread out. Just stay guarded around them, afterward, just in case.
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Okay. Poppy replies, though she doesn't sound entirely comfortable.
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Best thing to do. says Lily.
I sure don't want to fight the fire fox AND these other four out here if we mess with that soul.>
Good point.>Does anything about the souls feel distinct or unusual - like the Avatar of Fire's did? Or are they probably just fairly ordinary people?
>Assuming we do not detect some obvious reason why we shouldn't set them free, keep doing so.
>Well, if the alternative is just killing her, that's no good either. We can deal with her later, if we have to.
>Keep going.
>Settling the matter of the Blood soul, and judging the other soul to belong to an ordinary person, you press on in your endeavor to purge Semitur of her stolen souls. Six souls, though. Seven if you count the Fire Avatar's soul. And each of them stolen. All those souls, and she doesn't have one of her own. You wonder how that could have happened. You begin to develop a sense of sympathy for this succubus. Is that why she does what she does? To try...
>The heat of Rin's fire wrapping around your Violet light muffles those thoughts as they form. They fall even more quiet when you realize their source. Even in this situation, Semitur had been trying to influence you. Whether consciously or simply as a consequence of this form of contact with the succubus, you can't tell, but you can tell where things were leading. Sympathy leads to mercy, mercy leads to attraction, and the more you felt, the deeper under her spell you would have fallen. What a devious opponent.
>But an opponent you are stronger than. Under the assault of both you and White Rose, and the ongoing magical field created by Subala's ofuda, the succubus loses her grip on the souls within her. One after another, they burst forth from the immolating form of Semitur, hovering for a moment before flying back towards their respective bodies.
>Except the soul of the Blackblood. You sense conflict there. You know it wants to be free, but at the same time, it shrinks from the touch of your light.