Thundercats File

Then he looked at the Plundered Sun. And he understood something Mumm-Ra had forgotten.

Mumm-Ra tilted his head, genuinely curious. “The engineer speaks wisdom. Unusual for a species that builds bombs before houses.” He turned back to Lion-O. “Here is my offer. Give me the Sword of Omens—the physical blade, not its dead heart. I will return your cheetah. I will let you leave. You can live out your days in whatever cave remains. You can even keep the sword’s hilt. A souvenir.” thundercats

And standing before it, arms crossed, was Mumm-Ra the Ever-Living. Not the mummified horror of their nightmares. He was young. Beautiful. Golden-skinned and terrible, with eyes that held the coldness of deep space. Then he looked at the Plundered Sun