razed to ash and bone

”Why?” The voice belongs to something drifting and only half there - rags fluttering in the naked branches, a mask that might be peeped at between The tree trunks. Ludo is everywhere and nowhere all at once, surrounding Nephele, drawing a ring around her rage. ”Why ought we tell you? That you might do as you are bid, and rage more if it does not go to plan? Or so that you can praise us when you are victorious, for work you did yourself?” Ludo sounds curious, nothing more and nothing less. ”Your life and your actions are yours and yours alone. Why ask for someone else to make the difficult decisions for you?” LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own