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You lower your blade, seemingly granting him the parole he seeks. However, when he thinks he is in the clear, you hold your mouth wide and breathe in deeply, creating a soul vaccuum before you. He screams and gibbers, but his protective techniques do him no good. His soul is pulled from his body and enters your own, nourishing your dark fires. It tastes a little like a Chicken 'n' Ranch Meathod.

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