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 on the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers thi...
The battle for Hy-Brasil had left the island in ruins, but its people and allies refused to let it remain that way. Meda, barely clinging to life after the fight, was placed in a specialized healing pod, while the surviving warriors, the SCP Foundation, the Serpent's Hand, and the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) worked together to secure and rebuild the land. King Delbáeth III, standing amidst the wreckage of his kingdom, vowed to restore Hy-Brasil, opening its gates to the world and calling its exiled people home. The decision was made to reveal Hy-Brasil's existence to the world as part of the Broken Masquerade Protocol, an unprecedented act that would change history. As Meda recovered, Nahash refused to leave her side, standing guard over her unconscious form until she finally awoke, leading to an emotional reunion. Meanwhile, plans for Operation Restoration were finalized, with the Foundation, the GOC, and the Serpent's Hand coordinating efforts to rebuild the island. After a brief period of rest in London, Meda and Nahash returned to duty, joining the effort to restore Hy-Brasil to its former glory. The once-ruined kingdom showed rapid progress, with its people reclaiming their homeland and its magical essence stabilizing. As Meda and her team landed on the island, they saw a reborn Hy-Brasil, standing as a testament to resilience and unity. The battle had been won, but the true fight—for the future—was just beginning.
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Stepping onto the palace grounds, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the restoration efforts. Where once there had been ruin and decay, now there were signs of life, of renewal. Ancient structures, reforged with a blend of old-world magic and modern engineering, stretched toward the sky. Workers of every kind bustled about—humans, fae, spirits, and beings beyond easy classification, all working together like a living organism determined to heal itself.
And there, standing at the center of it all, was King Delbáeth III—dressed in a high-visibility construction vest, cargo pants, and a hard hat, of all things. The sight made me pause, blinking in disbelief. "...I didn't realize kings needed safety gear," I teased, stepping closer. "Or that they ran construction crews." Delbáeth turned to me with an amused smirk, wiping sweat from his brow. "If you wish to build something properly, Meda, you must be willing to lay the first stone yourself." He spread his arms to gesture at the workers around us. "Most of them come from other Nexuses—exiles and refugees, once lost, now returned. The rest are my people, my firm." I raised a brow. "Your firm?"
