“It was a very shallow stab.”
He raised the sword—the dead sword, the empty hilt—and drove it into his own chest.
He gestured, and the Sword’s Eye flickered—and went black. Dead. Lion-O stared at the empty crystal, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly naked. thundercats
And the Sword of Omens, resting across his knees, pulsed once—warm, alive, and utterly content.
Mumm-Ra’s smile faltered. “The sun has no ears.” “It was a very shallow stab
Behind them, Cheetara shifted. Her staff leaned against the wall, but she hadn’t used it in weeks—superspeed required fuel her body no longer had. Snarf slept in a ball of matted fur, and WilyKit and WilyKat sharpened a single arrow between them. Only Bengali, the newcomer from Thundera’s lost colony, remained restless, pacing the cave’s perimeter.
And the Plundered Sun—that ancient, lonely star, tricked into cruelty—remembered. Lion-O stared at the empty crystal, and for
He raised one hand, and black lightning arced from the Plundered Sun, striking Cheetara. She didn’t fall—she folded , her body collapsing into a two-dimensional shadow on the floor, still screaming in a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere.