Masquerading minefields

"And there is a reason we called your kind Abandoned." Ludo sneered right back, folding its arms and seeming less and less impressed by the mask-wearing (would be) deity as time went on, particularly at her jibe. Just like you. Ludo bared its teeth. "What you are is not equal in any measure of the word. You have forsaken nature, life and death all in one static little crackle." It shook its head, more words burning upon its tongue, but the Voice had riled it enough for one day. Forcing itself to relax, it regarded her with bottomless eyes. "I was a soul guide before I was trapped here. Now I am a soul keeper, until such a time as those poor unfortunate things you have created can be returned to their proper places. I would have that balance restored. Do that, and your creations will see beyond as the mask does. Yes or no - it is a simple decision." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own