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...
Fire and storm tore across Baikal as Meda, Xiuhtecuhtli, and Morales cornered the corrupted goddess Chalchiuhtlicue in a cataclysmic battle of flame and flood. With Nahash's arrival, the gods were bound and subdued, allowing Meda to enter Chalchiuhtlicue's mind to purge the Chaos Insurgency's infection. Inside, Meda fought through waves of false reflections and psychic amalgams—fragments of guilt and hate forged to enslave the goddess. Using both her telepathic mastery and the Power Stone, she cleansed the corruption layer by layer, restoring Chalchiuhtlicue's true consciousness. When the infection revealed its final form—a multiversal memetic serpent—Meda transcended her limits, channeling the harmonies of all six Infinity Stones to annihilate it. The storm ceased; Chalchiuhtlicue rose reborn, joined by her divine siblings, who bowed before Meda as their savior. Though hailed as the reflection of Kali, Meda humbly rejected godhood, seeing herself only as a protector. But as peace returned to Baikal, the immense power she wielded took its toll—her strength faded, and she collapsed into Nahash's arms, the light dying from her eyes.
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Nahash caught Meda before her body hit the ground. The impact never came—her arms broke the fall, emerald light flaring from her palms as she lowered the unconscious woman to the snow-coated earth. Steam rose from the melted ground beneath them; Meda's body still radiated residual heat, a quiet aftershock of the cosmic forces that had torn through her veins moments earlier. The air itself seemed to hum around her, distorted by faint motes of crimson, violet, and gold.
"Meda," Nahash whispered, her voice breaking despite her composure. "Stay with me." The goddess's chest rose and fell—shallow, uneven, but alive. That alone was enough to make Nahash breathe again. Around them, the lake's surface rippled outward from the dying echoes of power. Chalchiuhtlicue's jade aura shimmered faintly across Baikal's waters, soothing what remained of the storm. The world felt... raw. Like reality itself had forgotten how to breathe after witnessing something divine. Xiuhtecuhtli was the first to move, stepping closer, his obsidian features dimmed from molten flame to dull ember. "Her life-force flickers," he said, kneeling beside them. "The power she summoned—it burned through every cell. I've seen no mortal or god endure such convergence and remain whole."
"She's not mortal," Nahash murmured, pressing her fingers gently over Meda's temples. A faint pulse of green spread beneath her touch, threading through Meda's veins. "But even divinity has limits." Chalchiuhtlicue stood a few meters away, her turquoise form haloed in drifting mist. Her expression was torn between awe and sorrow. "I can heal the water, not the fire," she said softly. "What she bore within her was creation itself. Even I dare not touch it." Nahash glanced up, eyes hard. "Then pray I can." Emerald sigils flared beneath her hands, ancient and angular—runes older than alphabets, carried from the foundation of the Library itself. Her lips moved rapidly, reciting words that shimmered like light refracted through glass. Threads of green and white energy wrapped around Meda's body, sealing cracked veins, mending micro-fractures in bone, and soothing the overload that burned through her nerves.
