"My... lord?" Xilo asked, walking into the ever-dark temple.
"You're late," came the reply. "Were your wounds that severe?"
Afraid of upsetting Blaze, Xilo frantically shook his head. If he told the lord that he nearly gave him irreversible brain damage, then he'd be discarded like those before him.
After all, their god craved perfection, and anyone deemed otherwise was dealt with haste.
"As I thought," Blaze replied. "The punishment wasn't severe enough."
A chill ran down Xilo's spine. His mouth twitched in indignation, worried if he had already lost all the favor with his god.
No, if that were the case, his excellency wouldn't have spared me.
"You are correct," Blaze said, hearing Xilo's thoughts. "You might have failed, but you still have your uses, and that's why you're alive."
The lights in the spaceship casually flicked back to life for the first time since the crash. The signs of nature that had taken hold of the ship from the outside were cleared in one go.
