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"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. Marvel : Les Agents du S.H.I.E.L.D. S06E12 FREN...
Inside the temple's inner sanctum, Daisy Johnson felt the vibration in her marrow. She pushed against the invisible barrier Izel had erected, her gauntlets glowing with kinetic force. Beside her, Melinda May moved like a shadow, her movements precise even as the floor beneath them began to liquefy into pure energy. "Daisy and May are still inside," Yo-Yo said,
Simmons let out a breath she’d been holding for a lifetime. "Four signals. Faint, but there." His hand trembled around the hilt of his blade
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.