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"Not selfish. Never selfish." Ludo's mask shook back and forth in a resonant no, as if it could dispel the very thought from its head, as well as Mort's. They descended untilt the world in truth sparkled below them once more, the souls of the Hollowed Grounds delivered safely into Mort's domain at long last. "I have missed them, too. But not as much as I have missed you," it said, surging up and around the deity's head before letting out a whoop! and rocketing down towards the dark and eerie parts of the Wildwood, keen to see what it had missed. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own