Daisy collapsed to her knees, gasping for air. Her arms were bruised, her bones ached, and her ears rang. But the ground beneath her remained whole.
I am not the destroyer, she thought, gritting her teeth. I am the shield. daisy_johnson_destroyer_of_worlds
Knowing that your own hands might cause the apocalypse. Daisy collapsed to her knees, gasping for air
Daisy closed her eyes, trying to shut out the buzzing. It wasn't the city. It was her. The vibrations felt like a caged animal clawing to get out. I am not the destroyer, she thought, gritting her teeth
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
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.