The explosion was silent at first—a vacuum of sound that sucked the air from the room. Then, a wall of white light erupted. The Zephyr-One was tossed like a leaf in a hurricane as the temple collapsed into itself, folding through space and time.
As the dust settled over the jungle, Mack scanned the ruins. The comms were silent. The Chronicom ships had vanished, retreated into the stars. "Bio-sigs?" Mack asked, his heart hammering.
Sarge looked at May. For a fleeting second, the coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a flicker of recognition—a ghost of the man who had loved her. He didn't strike Izel. He struck the ground, channeling his power not to destroy, but to anchor the rift. "Go!" he gasped. Marvel : Les Agents du S.H.I.E.L.D. S06E12 FREN...
"Finish it, Sarge!" Daisy roared, her voice echoing against the stone.
Mack stood at the center of the bridge, his face a mask of weary resolve. He looked at Yo-Yo, whose eyes reflected the same flickering green light of the monolith energy below. They had fought gods, robots, and demons, but this felt final. The explosion was silent at first—a vacuum of
"Daisy and May are still inside," Yo-Yo said, her voice tight. "We can’t blow the temple with them in it."
"We don't have a choice," a cold voice crackled over the comms. It was Sarge—or the thing that looked like Coulson—staring down Izel in the heart of the temple. His hand trembled around the hilt of his blade. The memories of a life he never lived were bleeding into his consciousness, the spirit of Pachakutiq screaming for release. As the dust settled over the jungle, Mack scanned the ruins
Izel laughed, a sound like grinding glass. "He is not your Director. He is the end of all things."