Thundercats

The Plundered Sun expanded, swallowed the spire, swallowed the Crystal Desert, swallowed the sky. For one perfect moment, Third Earth was bathed in true sunlight—warm, golden, forgiving. Cheetara’s shadow lifted from the floor, twisted, and became her again. She gasped, alive. The Sword of Omens blazed, its Eye no longer a dying coal but a beacon.

“And fifty mutants guarding it,” Panthro grunted from where he was trying to weld a cracked gauntlet with a melted spoon. “We tried that two moons ago. Remember? When Lynx-O lost his other eye?” thundercats

He showed the sun what it meant to be family , not by blood but by choice. The Plundered Sun expanded, swallowed the spire, swallowed