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...
Hy-Brasil stood reborn, its people gathered in Baile Ríoga to honor those who had ensured its survival. Meda, reluctant but unable to escape, found herself at the heart of the celebration, her name chanted by a crowd eager to see their so-called hero. Though she dismissed the title, she recognized the deeper truth—Hy-Brasil had endured because its people refused to surrender to ruin. With a flourish of magic, she donned royal attire once more, not as a goddess or queen, but as a warrior who had fought alongside them. As the festival raged on, she was pulled into dance after dance, her protests drowned in laughter and revelry, especially at Nahash's insistence. But the celebration was not just about the past—it was a promise for the future, a declaration that Hy-Brasil would not merely survive but thrive. The next day, Meda, Nahash, and their allies continued their work, restoring the island's natural balance with magic and will. And when the people unveiled a towering monument of Alpha-9—with Meda's likeness looming largest—she realized, to her horror, that her legacy in Hy-Brasil was sealed, whether she liked it or not.
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After two long, grueling days of work, Hy-Brasil stood whole once more, a land reborn from the ashes of ruin. The once-scorched fields now flourished with vibrant greenery, rivers ran crystal clear, and the forests teemed with life—both natural and mythical. Creatures long thought lost roamed freely again, their calls echoing across the island like a song of triumph. The land pulsed with magic, not just from me, Kali, or Nahash, but from Hy-Brasil itself, as if the island had finally remembered what it was meant to be.
Baile Ríoga was alive with celebration, but this time, not for me—for them. The people rejoiced in their second chance, dancing in the streets, raising toasts to the future they had reclaimed. I watched from the palace steps, arms crossed, taking in the sight of a city no longer mourning its past but embracing what lay ahead. Delbáeth III stood beside me, his expression a mixture of gratitude and quiet understanding. "You'll be back," he said, voice steady. It wasn't a question. I exhaled, glancing at him. "You say that like it's inevitable." He smiled. "Because it is. You may not wear a crown, Lady Meda, but this land knows you as its own. And if ever we should need you again—"
"You won't," I interrupted, shaking my head. "Not if I did my job right." Delbáeth chuckled. "Even if you did, we'll still want you here. Not as a savior, but as family." That... caught me off guard. I had been called a warrior, a hero, even a goddess. But family? I turned my gaze back to the city, watching the flickering lanterns, the people embracing, the children laughing. Maybe I would return one day. The sun dipped lower, setting the sky ablaze with gold and violet hues as we made our final preparations. Alpha-9 stood ready, some exchanging last words with the friends they had made here, others taking in the view one last time. Nahash nudged my side, golden eyes gleaming. "Getting sentimental, Asteri?"
