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...
Following a sparring match between Rainer and Melusine, Alpha-9 gathered for rest, only to be interrupted by the arrival of O5-1, Eve, who announced Melusine's official induction into the team and the Foundation's decision to initiate the Broken Masquerade—going public with select classified records. As the team processed this historic shift, Meda sensed Chaos Insurgency agents shadowing her during her morning run and led them into a carefully laid trap, silently alerting Alpha-9. Back at the compound, Iris and Cain coordinate a covert defense while Jocasta, the base AI, discreetly secures Eve. With the Chaos Insurgency breaching the perimeter, Alpha-9 launched a full-force counterattack, meeting the infiltration with brutal efficiency.
As the battle escalated, Melusine summoned a dense fog to level the field—but the sudden arrival of tanks and divine war machines signaled a new threat: the Church of the Broken God had joined the assault. With Alexei's ammo dwindling and enemy numbers overwhelming them, hope began to fade—until a portal split reality open and the Serpent's Hand charged in, led by the ancient dragon Nahash. Amid the chaos, alliances held firm, and for the first time in that brutal clash, the defenders felt the tide might finally turn in their favor.
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I melted into the shadows of the State Pavilion, my body slipping into the folds of darkness like ink bleeding into water. There was no motion, no breath, just stillness. I let the structure's long-forgotten skeleton wrap around me, listening to the creaks of rusted metal above and the distant hiss of wind through broken glass. They wouldn't see me coming—that was the point.
Then—there it was. A low rumble beneath the concrete, like thunder rolling through bone. Tires. Treads. Heavy engines groan under the weight no civilian vehicle should carry. "Right on time," I whispered, barely a breath. The shadows pulsed with my anticipation as I felt them arrive—Chaos Insurgency convoys crawling toward the Pavilion's edge, and not alone. I felt the cold mechanical presence before I saw it. Gearrenders. Lumbering constructs of divine scrap, each footfall grinding like a broken hymn. Church of the Broken God, holding hands with CI like they'd always been friends. Cute.
Then Jocasta's voice buzzed in my ear, clipped and calm in that unsettling way only an AI can manage. "Hey, Meda—Alpha-9 HQ is under attack. Multiple hostiles breaching perimeter. Defensive teams are already engaged. It's getting loud." I closed my eyes for a beat, listening past the Pavilion's silence to the war back home. Of course, it was. "Of course," I muttered. "Because one existential crisis at a time would be too easy." Another pause—this one sharper. Jocasta hesitates, which she never does. "You need to exfil. Now. I can get you a Way back within fifteen seconds."
