She looked in the chat, terrified and broken; no response came from the Lord. If anything, the silence made her even more scared.
I-I have to ask for his forgiveness.
A faint chill crawled up her spine. The room seemed to close in, the only sound the distant chatter of her own teeth.
She knew her life was over. When others learned about whom she had disrespected, she would be gone forever—no matter where she tried to run, there wouldn't be any place for her to hide.
Running was not an option for only a lesser divinity like her; those sent from the guild would hunt her down in no time. She had to find a way to get him to forgive her. It would still not change the outcome; she just hoped the punishment would be her death, which would have been the case for using cosmic phenomena as you wished if caught.
But the insult—
Not any insult, but a direct insult to the Lord himself.
That.
