“Catra.”
That was the beginning.
Then Catra’s hand twitched. Her claws, blunted from years of combat, scraped weakly against Adora’s armor. “You’re… so… warm,” she slurred. “Always were. Like a furnace. Hated it.” She-Ra- Princess of Power
“Stop it.” Catra pressed her forehead to Adora’s temple. “You saved the world. You can take five minutes off.” “Catra
Catra’s claws extended. “You chose the light. I choose the shadows.” She stepped back, into Shadow Weaver’s waiting darkness. “Goodbye, Adora.” blunted from years of combat
Almost.
The word was a key turning in a lock. Shadow Weaver’s composure cracked. She raised her hands, dark magic coiling like vipers. “Then you are nothing. Less than nothing. A failed experiment.”