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“Then we don’t reach it.” Lion-O turned to Cheetara. “You remember the old tunnels. The ones the First Ones carved under the desert.”

“NO! I am eternal! I am—”

And Mumm-Ra? He was there, and then he wasn’t. The sun did not destroy him. It simply forgot him. And to a being made of ancient curses and remembered grudges, to be forgotten was a fate worse than any death. They emerged from the ruins of the spire into a world washed clean. The tower-ships had fallen, their crews fleeing or surrendering. The mutants, freed from Mumm-Ra’s command, looked at their hands as if seeing them for the first time. The Dog City sent an envoy with food. The Berbils offered to help rebuild the Cat’s Ledge. thundercats

And the Plundered Sun—that ancient, lonely star, tricked into cruelty—remembered. “Then we don’t reach it

He raised the sword—the dead sword, the empty hilt—and drove it into his own chest. I am eternal