บท 968: In Another Life, Part 4

Too easily, and maybe also a little too humiliatingly, Amanda whittled down Terestra's HP bar to zero. 

For what it was, I enjoyed the show. There's just something so indescribably satisfying about seeing something or someone so unbeatable be reduced to nothing more than a punching bag due to the undefiable quirks of video game design. 

Mom didn't seem as fond of it as I was, but I think she's just biased. 

Another cutscene played. And unlike what the gameplay had established so far, Terestra apparently has had the upper hand all along—not even a scrape on her; while the heroes were keeled over on battered knees and bones, depleted of all strength. 

Only Leonardo remained standing. Hunched, heaving, but definitely still standing. All around, the engulfing blackness grew deeper, darker; his feet submerged in its infinite depths like a slowly filling pool of ink. Then he stumbled, the heft of his blade nearly falling from his loosening grip.