"You’ve seen enough," Elias whispered. He didn't feel joy in the task, only a quiet reverence.
Elias did not carry an axe, but a heavy, light-drinking lantern and a pair of shears forged from the core of a collapsed moon. In the celestial archives, he was known as the Exécuteur de comète . His job was simple: he was the one who decided when a comet’s journey was over. ExГ©cuteur de comГЁte
He raised his shears. Instead of cutting metal, they snipped the gravitational thread that held the comet’s core together. With a final, silent flash, the "Silver Path" disintegrated. The ice didn't shatter; it dissolved into a soft, shimmering mist that would eventually settle as stardust on the very worlds it had once threatened. "You’ve seen enough," Elias whispered
