Amanda had to turn the volume way down.
Between the feral shrieks of malformed beasts and demons, buildings crumbling atop bloodied streets in a shower of burning rubble, the violent crescendo of violent strings and battered drums echoing rampant throughout the whole disastrous affair of a world, of a realm, a game reaching its decisive end…
Yeah, I wouldn't want to bug my next-door neighbors with that kind of drama either.
"Astra's destruction. It's much louder than I remembered," Mom said, offering her great insight to history in the un-making. But she wasn't interested in any of that, looking past the death and destruction, searching the screen eagerly. "So when do we get to see me?"
