"Is this the Obelisk?"
Allen looked at the object on the table, its silvery metallic sheen giving it the air of a modern art piece, and cautiously reached out to touch its surface with one finger.
Instantly!
Countless symbols and patterns emerged, radiating golden light in every direction.
There was no doubt that the Inhuman genes he had previously extracted from Skye's blood had taken effect.
Otherwise, the power contained within would have unhesitatingly tried to kill any contactor who lacked Inhuman genes.
Allen was not entirely sure whether this was the Obelisk's own power or the Terrigen Crystal hidden inside at work.
Or perhaps the two had combined to produce such a strange phenomenon?
But regardless, this object was somewhat like genetic recognition, fundamentally preventing non-Inhumans from using it.
"That's right, this is the Obelisk. You must know, Hydra went to extraordinary lengths to get it and even risked exposure. Right now, I really want to know what exactly it is and how dangerous it might be."
As Coulson spoke, he picked up the whiskey on the table and poured himself a glass.
As a dutiful agent, he had almost never drunk during working hours before, since alcohol made people lose their self-control.
But ever since becoming S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, secretly hiding in his office for a drink had become one of the few ways he could slightly relax his strained nerves and relieve some pressure.
Especially after S.H.I.E.L.D. had been reorganized, they had no money when they needed money and no manpower when they needed manpower.
All their employees put together might not even outnumber the FBI personnel at a major city headquarters.
Otherwise, whenever something happened, he would not always have to rush to the front lines himself as director.
Compared to Nick Fury, who comfortably hid in