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Izel laughed, a sound like grinding glass. "He is not your Director. He is the end of all things."

Simmons let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime. "Four signals. Faint, but there." Marvel : Les Agents du S.H.I.E.L.D. S06E12 FREN...

"Daisy and May are still inside," Yo-Yo said, her voice tight. "We can’t blow the temple with them in it." Izel laughed, a sound like grinding glass

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. "Four signals

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.

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 air in the Zephyr-One was thick with the scent of ozone and desperation. Fitz and Simmons worked in frantic synchronization, their fingers dancing over holographic displays as the ship groaned under the pressure of the Chronicom fleet’s bombardment. Outside the viewport, the temple of Izel pulsed with a sickening, ancient energy.