razed to ash and bone

There is a stillness in those woods, like the silence after someone's final breath, like the spaces between words. But Nephele speaks, fierce and truthful, and she will sense it, though the god's masked visage never changes, that Ludo is smiling. "Promise me that you will not forget," it hisses, swirling about her now in a mottled whirwind of black rags and porcelain faces. "Promise me that this vengeance does not bow to complacency, and I will help you achieve your wishes. I will tell you what to do." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own