Epilogue
Flipshot slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a familiar room. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was back on Primus, in its main hospital. Flipshot tried to sit up but was held down by a powerful hand.
"Lay down, you need the rest." said a voice that Flipshot recognized as He-man's.
"What happened?" asked Flipshot.
"Your armor seemed to be a lot stronger than imagined." said Darius who was also standing by his medical-bed.
Alongside him were Hydron, Tuskador and Mara.
"What about the attack?" said Flipshot. "And the jewel?"
"We sent the Mutants packing," said Darius. "I'm sure they're heading home to lick their wounds as we speak."
"But not to Brakk's base on Denebria," said He-man. "That base is under tons of lava, and so is the Jewel of Amara."
Brakk stood in front of what was once his base on Denebria. His fury was at an all time high, not only had his attack on Primus been thwarted, but Skeletor had somehow destroyed his base of operations in this part of Denebria.
"I will make him pay dearly for this," vowed Brakk as he turned to walk away. "Oh how I'll make him pay."
Back at the still smoldering ruins of Brakk's base among the dying embers of the lava a dull red glow began to grow brighter and brighter . . .