It happened. The Thundercats have been wiped out. I saw it all happen. It was just so sudden. I WATCHED AS Mumm-ra ran a red-hot sword through the stomach of the Lord of the Thundercats. I watched as the cheetah was mercilessly gunned down, the Kittens blown to bits.
I can remember approaching the shack on the hill and seeing the door torn clean of its hinges. However, nothing could have ever prepared me for the horrors within. Lion-o, the Lord of the Thundercats lay dead in the middle of the room, surrounded by the bodies of his loyal followers. The lion was wearing armour, but the chestplate had been completely dented by some extreme force. His body lay in an awkward position as if he'd fallen from a great height. There was a feathered arrow protruding from his neck, dripping with both poison and blood.
His eyes were glazed, and there was such a look of pure agony and horror on his face as if he'd been killed by a ghost.
I couldn't believe it at first, but I know that I have to. They're all dead, and it is all my fault…