The Defenders: End of Days

The Defenders: End of Days

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After a long and brutal war against crime, the Defenders have finally managed to take down the Kingpin. Wilson Fisk is behind bars, his criminal organization dismantled, and Hell's Kitchen seems to have a chance to breathe. But victory comes at a price. From his cell, Fisk swears revenge and, with his last resources, hires one of the world's most lethal assassins. Cold, ruthless, and always one step ahead, he transforms the city into his hunting ground, eliminating allies and targeting the heroes directly. One by one, the Defenders become targets, forced to fight for their lives while trying to protect those they love. But how far are they willing to go to save Hell's Kitchen? And when the line between heroes and assassins becomes blurred, will any of them emerge from this battle the same as before? Don't miss this exciting spin-off of 'Spider-Man: Forever'!
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