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

"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."

"Daisy and May are still inside," Yo-Yo said, her voice tight. "We can’t blow the temple with them in it." Marvel : Les Agents du S.H.I.E.L.D. S06E12 FREN...

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.

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. Izel laughed, a sound like grinding glass

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.

Simmons let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime. "Four signals. Faint, but there." "If we don't sever the link now, the

"Finish it, Sarge!" Daisy roared, her voice echoing against the stone.