She looked up at the sky. The future wasn't written in stone. She had taken a title meant to inspire terror and used it to shatter her own dark destiny. She wasn't the Destroyer of Worlds. She was their protector.
Daisy absorbed the shockwave, her muscles screaming as the sheer volume of energy poured into her body. She was the conduit. If she failed to balance the frequencies, the planet would split like an eggshell. 🌍 The Choice daisy_johnson_destroyer_of_worlds
She focused her mind, sending a gentle pulse into the concrete beneath her boots. She wasn't destroying; she was listening. She felt the shifting of the tectonic plates miles below, the groaning of steel beams, the heartbeat of the city. She looked up at the sky
With a scream that was drowned out by the roar of shifting earth, Daisy directed the massive buildup of kinetic energy away from the planet's core. Instead of letting it shatter the world, she focused it into a singular, upward beam, firing the excess power—and Talbot with it—directly into the cold vacuum of space. She wasn't the Destroyer of Worlds
She remembered Fitz’s frantic calculations and Simmons’ terrified eyes. They loved her, but they were afraid of her. And the worst part? She was afraid of herself too. 🌀 Cracking the Core "I won't let it happen," Daisy whispered into the wind.