Sequel of Enhanced (An Avenger's FanFiction).
After her supposed "death", Andromeda Johnson awakens to a new world not far from the one she was used to. She is in a whole new dangerous world. A world in the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers this...
Meda wakes up from her room in Vienna as the tedious day starts, the ratification of the Foundation Accords. She arrives at the conference hall with the other Foundation members and Serpent's Hand's leader, Alison Chao. Meda was oblivious that Nahash is present. The Accords are signed and begins the speech as Eve, the O5-1, introduces Meda. After Meda's speech, they are ambushed by Chaos Insurgency leader, The Engineer, and his team.
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The Engineer's smugness twisted into something darker, more venomous. He took a step forward, his voice low but carrying through the hall.
"You really think this farce of an alliance can save you? You, the Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, the Serpent's Hand—all these factions that have spent years at each other's throats, now pretending to be united for the sake of 'humanity.'" He spat the last word with disdain.
"You've tied yourselves up in red tape, hoping it will shield you. The Accords are nothing but a slow-acting poison. While you squabble over clauses and procedures, we'll be dismantling your precious little organizations, one piece at a time. The GOC, with its self-righteous crusade—wiped out. The Serpent's Hand, those delusional fools—crushed under the weight of their own ideology. And you, Meda... you and the Foundation will watch as everything you've built burns."
The room was dead silent, his words sinking like venom into every corner. He continued, pacing slightly, his voice steady, dripping with venomous certainty. "We are the future. While you cling to the old ways, clinging to rules, we evolve. You sign your Accords, shackle yourselves with bureaucracy and the illusion of control. But we thrive in chaos. We are the chaos. You're not just protecting yourselves from the horrors you contain—you're cutting your own throats by trying to control what can never be controlled."
He stopped, staring me down, his grin widening as he saw the tension in the room. "The world will crumble under your feet, and when it does, you'll realize it was all for nothing. The Accords will be your tombstone. Every one of you—Foundation, GOC, Serpent's Hand, and every other delusional group that thinks they can control the inevitable—you'll all fall. And we will be the ones to bury you."
The room tensed, his words dripping with malice. His threat wasn't just to me—it was to everything we'd worked for, every organization standing together to protect the world from the chaos he thrived on. I could feel eyes on me, waiting for my response. I laughed. Not a chuckle or a smirk, but a full, deep laugh that echoed through the hall. The Engineer's eyes narrowed, his smugness cracking again. Good. The weight of his threat hung in the air, suffocating, as if the entire room was holding its breath.
His gaze flicked to me, waiting for my reaction, his eyes alight with the sadistic joy of a man who believed he had already won. But I wasn't shaken. In fact, I felt my heart beat faster, not with fear but with excitement. My grin widened, matching the madness I could feel building inside me. I couldn't help it—I loved moments like this. They thought they had the upper hand, that they could break us with a few words and threats. He had no idea who he was dealing with.
