Masquerading minefields

Ludo scoffed, hopping down from the obsidian stone it stood upon to step within the circle, mere feet away from the Voice and the mask that did not belong to her. "Fear is natural," it crooned. "It is correct to fear something so reckless and so dangerous. If you had not existed, this would not have happened. It does not get much more simple." The power between them practically crackled, begging to detonate at any moment, but Ludo stood calm against her fury. "You're deluded, sweetling," it informed her. "You know them intimately because you were entrapped before you could enslave any more. You, who are a drop in my ocean, dare to speak to me of souls?" It spat at her feet - that, too, was ink black. "So long as you keep them like a covetous mother, they will never see outside." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own