“NO! I am eternal! I am—”
“Just a little.”
“I won’t,” he lied.
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. thundercats
“You are alone,” Lion-O said, and pulled the sword from his chest. He raised one hand, and black lightning arced
“No,” Lion-O agreed. “But it has a heart. And I have a sword that’s been inside that heart before. Every ThunderCat who ever lived put a piece of themselves into the Eye of Thundera. Not power. Not energy. Memory . The taste of rain on the homeworld. The sound of a mother’s voice. The weight of a sleeping kit in your arms.” “No,” Lion-O agreed
“You came to break the siphon,” Mumm-Ra continued, walking through the air as if on stairs. “Admirable. But the siphon is the sun, Lion-O. The Plundered Sun is Third Earth’s own heart. I didn’t steal it. I simply convinced it to hate you. Every beam of that poisoned light carries a thought: The ThunderCats do not belong here. They are invaders. They are plague. And the world believes it. That’s why your sword died. That’s why your friends are dying. Because Third Earth no longer wants you.”