It's not like I suddenly became fearless of monsters or aliens. It's just that I trust the Range Falcon's sensors more than my instincts. As such, with the negative scan results, I could explore outside the ship without worry.
After exiting the loading bay, I turned 180 degrees and headed forward. The thrusters on the back of my suit burned a bright green as they pushed me ahead.
Before long, I came to a stop, scanning my surroundings.
Only one of the many statues of forgotten gods held my interest—the Forgotten God of Space, Arivar.
"But which one was he again...?"
I tried recalling but couldn't quite figure it out. After all, statues—especially in basic postures—practically looked the same to me. Art was never my strong suit.
By process of elimination, I narrowed the choices down to three statues.
One had slightly cracked features, depicting a man with long wavy hair holding a book in his hand.
