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 Mirror Dimension warped into a battlefield of infinite reflections as Meda trapped Chalchiuhtlicue within its glassy expanse, trying to prevent her fury from flooding the world. Alpha-9 fought at her side, their powers clashing against the goddess's tidal strength, while Bacab and Huracán strained to hold her within shifting cages of stone and frost. Despite Meda's attempts to reason with her, Chalchiuhtlicue's rage only grew, breaking apart mirrored walls and tearing reality itself until the dimension collapsed, spilling them back into Lake Baikal. The goddess surged free, threatening to drown Irkutsk Oblast as tsunamis raced outward, but Bacab, Kali, and Melusine diverted the flood with stone, roots, and rivers while Meda ordered Russian pilots to give cover fire instead of striking her directly. Igniting into her Supernova form and drawing on the Power Stone, Meda met Chalchiuhtlicue head-on, her blows shaking Olkhon Island but failing to quell the goddess's wrath. The battle raged on with Alpha-9 straining to contain her, each clash cracking the earth and forest as water and fire tore against one another. At the brink of collapse, new allies arrived—Xiuhtecuhtli in his molten form and Dacy Morales carrying Epsilon—both joining the fight to suppress the unbound goddess. Meda declared that the battle was not to destroy Chalchiuhtlicue, but to break the brainwashing and free her mind, uniting gods, anomalies, and warriors in a single purpose against her storm.
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Fire still roared through my veins as Xiuhtecuhtli's molten limbs lashed out, holding Chalchiuhtlicue's flanks at bay while Morales's unstable energy waves bent the air like rippling heat. The goddess screamed beneath the onslaught, a soundless pressure that shook the bones of the island itself. Steam and frost spiraled skyward, rivers boiled midair, and the once-frozen expanse of Baikal churned with fury. For the first time since the Mirror Dimension shattered, the advantage was ours.
I inhaled once, feeling the heat and void balance inside me, the Power Stone's pulse syncing with the rhythm of my heartbeat. "Now," I murmured. My wings snapped open, crimson flares cutting through the storm. Gravikinetic fields bled outward, unseen but crushingly dense—space itself bent beneath my will. Chalchiuhtlicue's coils thrashed, the lakebed quaking under her weight, but the pressure increased, pinning her titanic form down. Water folded around her like leaden glass, ripples freezing mid-motion. The goddess roared, her emerald eyes blazing as she struggled to rise, but the force held fast, an invisible cage woven from gravity and light. "Stay down," I growled, every word heavy with power. "You've drowned enough." Xiuhtecuhtli's firestorm circled like a living sun, his voice a low rumble. "Her core resists even my heat. You must act quickly."
