All of these lanterns, just for me...?
Its fellows had their own dreams and vices. Sex, mostly, or being known, to have followers... Pah. Ludo needed none of that. For it had followers aplenty - just look at all those lights!
Like the breath of a ghost, each and every one of the flames in the lanterns would flicker all at once, whether or not they were magically created. Abruptly, they would all snuff out.
All. But. One.
This lantern had... hands. As the world plunged into darkness and chaos punctuated only by the bonfire and the single light from Kalt 's lantern, the assassin and the child would feel something flutter about them, about their faces. Ribbons of soft fabric, or perhaps the brush of a hand...?
Slowly, light began to return to the fields, each lantern igniting once more. But where Kalt and Theea had been standing, they were no longer alone.
Ludo had never seen so much death wrapped around a mortal before, and it was beautiful. Kalt would find himself surrounded by bodies. Each one killed by his own hand, each one standing in silent regard before him. There was Harkon too, and Master, at the front, eyes pinned on Theea.
What a wonderful turnout. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone
Braved the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
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