Carter's pov

Carter sped through space like a madman, moving at speeds that felt almost like light itself. His form grew larger with every second, the meteors and debris around him becoming mere pinpricks as he tore through the void. It was exhilarating. But suddenly, a thought struck him—one that made his momentum falter for just a moment.

"Hey, System… won't there be other people besides these space pirates on the planet?" Carter's voice was laced with concern. "I mean, it's a whole planet. What if there are innocent bystanders?"

[SYSTEM]

There is a 99.99% chance that the space pirates have innocent bystanders on the planet.

Carter's stomach churned as the weight of his actions settled in. He had been so focused on revenge, the thrill of it all, that he hadn't considered the fallout. "What should I do now? Should I really go through with this? I feel like I'm about to bring Armageddon down on them."

No need to worry. You are a creator being. Since the beginning of time, where there has been destruction, there has always been life. This cycle is as old as the stars themselves.

The words lingered in his mind, their meaning sinking deeper. He wasn't just a meteor anymore—he was something vast, something incomprehensible. And though his power gave him dominion over the stars, it also weighed on him. If there were innocent lives here, it would be his responsibility.

Carter steeled himself. There was no turning back now. He was closing in on Threken, a planet just shy of 10 million feet in diameter. With his size and speed, destroying it would be too easy.

He gritted his metaphorical teeth and whispered, "You only have yourselves to blame for this. Don't worry—you won't feel a thing."

BOOM!