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...
Amid the lingering tension of the training bay, Meda's voice cut through as she summoned Claire and Iris to spar. Claire, still unsettled by a recent battle, was urged to focus and fully utilize her demonic magic, ontokinesis, and eldritch powers. Iris was tasked with reinforcing her defenses, improving her reaction time, and practicing multicasting without relying on blood. Meda handed Iris her Polaroid SCP-105B camera, instructing her to use it creatively in the battle. Claire hesitated but transformed into her demonic form, unleashing her full abilities with shadowy wings, glowing horns, and eldritch energy. As the sparring began, Claire's speed and aggression forced Iris into a tactical defense, leveraging the camera's photomanipulation to slow Claire down and distort reality. The battle was fierce, with Claire adapting, breaking free from Iris's spells, and countering with raw, destructive force. Despite the overwhelming pressure, Iris pulled off a final desperate move, binding Claire with a manifestation spell, securing a narrow and hard-fought victory. Meda praised both warriors for their ingenuity and resilience, reminding them they still had more to learn—and more battles ahead.
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My gaze was steady, locked on Rainer as we stood across from each other in the training bay, but I felt my muscles tense when Meda spoke up again, her voice sharp and direct.
"Jocasta. Start the stream." I blinked. Wait—what? "On it, boss," Jocasta chirped, already tapping on her wrist console. A small blue holographic screen popped up in front of her, and within seconds, the faint, telltale glow of a recording feed flickered into existence. "Hold up, stream?" Rainer raised both hands. "As in... like, a livestream?" His usual cocky grin faltered slightly. "To who?"
"The O5 Council and the rest of the team," Meda replied, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I stiffened. Oh, fantastic. Now my first official fight with the team's reality-bending wildcard was about to be broadcast to the highest-ranking overseers of the entire Foundation. No pressure or anything. Rainer let out a low groan, dragging a hand down his face. "Of course. Nothing like a little high-stakes performance anxiety to spice things up." I shot him a look, keeping my expression cool even as my mind churned. This wasn't ideal. I'd wanted to take him down quickly and quietly, without any extra eyes watching—but if this was how Meda wanted it, I'd just have to adapt. And besides...
I glanced at Rainer again, noting the faint tension in his stance, the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot like he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. If anyone should be nervous, it was him. "All right," Meda said, stepping back and raising her hand. "You both know the rules. No holding back, no lethal force, and no whining when you lose. Ready?" Rainer sighed dramatically. "Born ready." I just nodded, rolling my shoulders and flexing my fingers slightly as I gathered my power. Meda's gaze swept over us one last time. Then she dropped her hand.
