Simmons let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime. "Four signals. Faint, but there."
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. Marvel : Les Agents du S.H.I.E.L.D. S06E12 FREN...
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. Simmons let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime
"The resonance is peaking!" Fitz shouted over the roar of the engines. "If we don't sever the link now, the Shrike will have a permanent gateway." He looked at Yo-Yo, whose eyes reflected the
Izel laughed, a sound like grinding glass. "He is not your Director. He is the end of all things."
"Finish it, Sarge!" Daisy roared, her voice echoing against the stone.
"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.