In the heart of the Black Pyramid, standing among the statues of the Ancient Spirits of Evil, Mumm-Ra was using his Viewing Portal to keep an eye on the Alliance. It burned him to no end to see the weakling animal tribes and the pitiful humanoids thought they could defeat him. Him! The Champion of the Ancient Spirits of Evil, the rightful master of the Stones of Power, and the visionary for the future of Third Earth; who were they to believe that they could stand up against him?
"Those fools think that they have the upper hand in this fight. A single battle won and they believe that war is over. I won't be banished into this forsaken pyramid for very long. The power of the Diadem of Prophecy is great, but my magic is stronger! Soon, I will be free of this so called prison and reclaim the Elemental Stone! With its powers I shall take back the others and fulfill the will of the Ancient Spirits of Evil!"
"Its good to know that you remember who your Masters are Mumm-Ra. Don't forget just as we have renewed our bargain with you doesn't mean we can't undo it. You have greatly disappointed us as of late. We gave you immortality and darkest magic, yet you couldn't slay the Champion of Good or prevented the loss of our Priestess!" One of the Ancient Spirits of Evil pointed out angrily.
"Fear not my Masters; it is only a temporary setback. As soon as all four Stones of Power are together I will swoop in and claim them for myself. The Sword of Omens and Claw Shield are no match for the might of the Sword and Gauntlet of Plundar. Lion-O is nothing without the Stones. I shall take great pleasure in ending his miserable life."
"What of our Priestess? Without her connection to Stones and her Diadem we can't crossover from our plane into this world. She alone has the ability to overcome our counterpart's barrier preventing our glorious return. Why hasn't the evil inside her consumed her? We can sense it still inside her body. You have a direct connection to this girl yet you haven't done anything about it! Why not? Don't you desire this female for your own?" the second Ancient Spirit of Evil questioned. They were all aware of the twisted desire and lust for the pretty ocelot. Just as Mumm-Ra had wanted her ancestress Oceta for himself he wanted, no, needed to posses Ocelata for himself.
"Forgive me my Masters; it wasn't my intentions to keep you waiting. It seems that my connection to Ocelata is being blocked by the power of her Diadem. Its powers are keeping the evil inside her contained. I have been using my strongest magic to reopen my connection to influence her, but her mind is formidable countering all my efforts. All my attempts to free the evil inside her, to influence her return to winning side haven't yielded any results yet."
"Clearly we have underestimated her ability to resist us, but her efforts are pointless. With each mental assault her mind grows weaker. As soon as her focus lapses we order you to overwhelm her with your powers. Once the evil takes root again not even the Champion and his Alliance will be able to cure her. She will truly belong to us forever," the third Spirit intoned.
"Until you can reclaim our property what efforts have you been making to prepare this world for us? You've destroyed the Cats home and you have enslaved the Lizards once more to what end? The tribes have come together once more to challenge us. They grow stronger each day. Even now they are heading towards the Black Pyramid to enforce this insufferable banishment. What is to stop them from destroying the Black Pyramid?" the final Spirit demanded. The Black Pyramid was more then just a space craft that the slaves had been forced to create. The heart of this pyramid was actually a gateway to the realm of the Spirits. At the moment all they could do was speak through their statues or appear in vision. That would change once all the pieces were in play to perform the ritual giving them direct access to Third Earth and this universe once more.
"The animals are too fearful to attempt such an endeavor. The stories told by their ancestors of their imprisonment have made them cowardly. Even if they were to attempt a siege of this place, they would soon find themselves locked away once more. The Black Pyramid's defenses are potent; they are able to channel my magic through every part of this Pyramid and even send attacks out into the desert. The weapons here are set to kill and soon I will amass a new army, one of great strength and cunning, to assist in the takeover of this planet. I may be banished yet I still have ways of recruiting those with darkness in their hearts to our cause. This Viewing Portal has shown me many new generals and foot soldiers we can make use of," Mumm-Ra told them. He fed some of his magic into the portal watching the images shift and change.
Images of the Duelist stealing new swords and leaving his foes near death appeared. The image changed again showing monstrous troll like beings ransacking a village of peaceful rabbits. The Conquistador was selling more slaves to the underworld turning a greedy profit. The images came faster and faster showing the most evil beings on Third Earth. The statues eyes lit up clearly pleased by these new candidates for their cause. They spoke as one to their champion. "These new generals should work well with the monster beasts the Priestess raised. Do whatever it takes to convince them to join us. If they refuse, strip them of their free will and force them to do our bidding."
"As you wish my dear Masters. I promise that very soon you will be free to once again terrorize and manipulate the universe. The Ancient Spirits of Good will be exterminated and their Champion killed by my own Sword of Plundar. Evil shall reign supreme ha ha ha ha!" Mumm-Ra's dark laughter was joined in by the Ancient Spirits of Evil. As darkness fell on Third Earth beams of red light shot into the sky causing storms to brew becoming a prelude to coming of war. The inhabitants of the planet shivered as the darkness swept across the planet praying to whatever gods they believed in that this wouldn't be the end of their lives.
In the distant plane of the spirits those of good watched from a distance as their evil counterparts communed with their dark champion. It unsettled them to no end that they had renewed their dark pact with Mumm-Ra. Their champion was now twice as strong and his lustful desire to possess the girl as his own was twisted. It was true Ocelata was the key to deciding the fate of these out of control hostilities. It had been their hope that the Pools of Xanadu would heal her body stripping it of any dark influence. Sadly that had not been the case. Not even their liaison's power was enough to lift the curse the Ancient Spirits of Evil had cast upon her.
For too long this war between the two Spirit races had spilled into the other planes, drawing in innocent races into a war that wasn't theirs. Too many worlds had been lost as the Spirits of Evil stole their energies to harm them. Each time the Spirits of Good had intervened giving the tools the races needed to expel the dimensional interlopers from their planet. Sometimes the planets won coming up with ways to permanently keep both Spirit races from returning. Others were destroyed by internal conflict sparked by their presences. Only one world, the planet of Animala, had managed to expel the Ancient Spirits for a time only to be betrayed by one of their own bringing back the chaos and darkness so many had fought against.
"This is beyond frustrating. For far to long, this war has raged without any signs of drawing to a close. I thought that once we had purged the evil from Animala they wouldn't be drawn into this fight anymore. Our gifts should have been able to prevent the Spirits of Evil from returning to that peaceful planet," Rhiannon told her fellow spirits. The other three females nodded in agreement knowing that she was right.
Amaterasu was the most concerned about these turn of events. Eons ago the Spirit race had stood united for centuries. They had lived content lives pursuing humanitarian goals and living in harmony with the worlds around them. The spirits had inspired and aided civilizations in the lower planes in achieving enlightenment, sustained by mix of spiritual and mystical energies. The leading body deemed it irresponsible and unethical to portray themselves as gods and forcefully take from the beings of lower planes. All members of their kind had abidance by these rules. Then three eons a small faction of the leading party had broken away disregarding these rules forcefully taking what they wanted and promoting violence and destruction. A civil war had broken out with many of the ordinary citizens getting caught in the middle. Throughout the ages the battle had spilled into the other parts of the universe involving innocent races. The Ancient Spirits had done all they could to preserve the lives caught up in their fight.
Animala had been the turning point because of it being located in the epicenter of energies with such a diverse group of individuals. They had given these people a guide to creating items of power, choosing a champion to wield their gift. They hadn't realized the Spirits of Evil would choose their own champion and the final days of war would be fought through these champions on the distant planet of Third Earth.
Amaterasu broke her silence and spoke up. "We cannot allow this war to continue any longer. Too many lives have been ruined. Entire galaxies have been wiped out and our people are on the verge of extinction from fighting to maintain our realm from collapsing on its self. The events of Third Earth have accelerated the final resolution. Our counterparts have made it quite clear that they will do anything to defeat us once and for all. If they and their champion succeed all will be lost."
"I agree they have crossed the line for the final time torturing the young priestess and infecting her with their diseased souls. They must be driven out of the lower planes and contained in a prison of our making for all time. I have faith in our Champion Lion-O and his mate, Queen Ocelata to use the gifts they have been given to win. Lion-O has already proven that he has a pure soul and that he is above being corrupted by the allure of power. Ocelata earned her second chance doing everything in her power to make up for her past mistakes. Her ability to learn and grow gives me hope they can defeat the dark champion Mumm-Ra," Hebe speaking with such sententious inflictions the others knew she was serious.
"Are they really up to the challenge? True, the have finally united the people of Third Earth, but for how long? Beings of lower planes are not known to work harmoniously for long periods of time. With their worlds energies tampered with is their will alone enough to stand up for themselves? I think that we need to question our liaison about her most recent trip to Third Earth. Her insights will help us decide how to best help our Champion when he finally confronts the evil counterpart. Where is Pumyra right now?" Isis looked over the meeting hall, but couldn't locate the she cat. "Has anyone seen Pumyra today?"
"She's in her chambers resting. Her most recent journey triggered memories of her last days on Animal and what happened to her world after Mumm-Ra finished enslaving her people. I'll send a message to fetch her," Hebe replied. She turned to a servant and asked them to collect the puma and bring her to the four of them as fast as he could.
Pumyra was lying on her canopy bed fingering a small photo constructed from her memories. It showed a beautiful young female ocelot in light pink robes hugging Pumyra, who wore a simple white tunic with bronze trim. The girls were laughing happily, neither knowing in few short days they'd be betrayed by someone who their community put their faith in. "Oh Oceta, if only we knew what would happen next maybe we could have stopped Mufaska from unleashing his great evil." A single tear slid down her face. Hearing the messenger at the door she replaced the picture on the nightstand and hurried to meet with her masters. The memory of her last real conversation with her friend bubbled up in her mind as she marched towards the inner sanctum.
It was picturesque spring day in the small community known as the Sanctuary of Peace. The perfume scent from the blossoming trees and taste of sweet nectar was on everyone lips. The mages were entertaining the children, their laughter filling the air. In the distance the Temple of the Spirits marble sparkled under sunlight. The Priesthood of Peace was discussing new ways to distribute the Stones of Power live giving gifts to the different tribes.
The mages, whose magic protected and defended the tribes, were speaking quietly to the priests and priestess about their concerns for one of their initiates. They feared that he was being tempted by their ancient foe, but had no solid proof. Eventually the meeting broke up and Oceta returned to her home.
She was smiling happily. "I'm back. How was my little girl?" she asked her best friend. Pumyra came in from the bedroom with a small six month old female cub swaddled in pink blanket. Upon hearing her mother's voice the little cub woke up. She made little mewing sounds and waved her tiny arms trying to get to her mother. "Did I wake you from your nap Tawnypelt? I'm sorry I know that you were trying to rest. How's her fever did it go down? She was having trouble suckling earlier. I'm worried because her throat was sore. She hasn't developed a cough has she?"
"Oceta, you're going to make yourself sick if you keep worrying. She's fine; I gave her some of my new herbal remedy. I mixed some honey and clovers with a small dose of magic. Tawnypelt is recovering just fine. In a few days she'll be running around the house giving you grief," Pumyra assured her friend. It was true her little patient was smiling and clawing playfully at her mother showing little signs of her bout with illness. The same illness that claimed her namesakes only a few short months ago; Tawny after her grandmother, pelt after her father Starpelt. Both had died of strange illness that had swept through their community killing several people.
"How are you feeling today? Have you figured how to use the powers of the Body Stone with our magic to create a vaccine against this illness? My fellow healers and I have been unable to determine what caused the illness. None of the tribes have been affected and all investigations of natural causes have turned up nothing. It's almost as if someone conjured this illness, for what purpose I have no idea."
"How can you suspect anyone of deliberately causing these painful deaths? Ever since we banished the Spirits of Evil from our world we have pursued only noble pursuits. I can't believe that anyone would touch the dark arts knowing the price one has to pay to use them. Anyone who serves those Spirits of Evil risks losing their immortal soul," Oceta assured her friend. She sang a sweet lullaby to her child with love and adoration in her eyes. She gently kissed her daughter's head as she sat down and started rocking her to sleep again. "I'm thinking of sending Tawnypelt to my cousin in Thunder City for a little while. I want her to be safe and if the illness comes back she might not survive."
"You don't need to do that. I've been developing a brand new medicinal spell combined with a new serum I want to try. You just lost your mate and mother. Are you sure you want to be away from your daughter right now?" Pumyra pressed. She knew her friend was still grieving the loss of her young mate. They had only been together for about a year when he died. She knew that Oceta was thinking about starting a new relationship; a relationship with someone Pumyra didn't entirely trust. "Are you doing this because of him?"
"What do you mean? I'm doing this because I want to keep my daughter healthy. Mufaska has nothing to do with this. He loves Tawnypelt. He loves playing with her and showing her magic tricks. He's a great mage, with so much potential. He and I have had many wonderful conversations about the history of our priesthood and his theories on the Spirits. They are quite remarkable."
"Remarkably dark and twisted you mean. You can't ignore that the mages believe that he's not being completely honest about his training. Several tomes containing dark spells have mysteriously vanished. You and I both know he's been experimenting with creating spells. What makes you think they're for humanitarian purpose?" Pumyra insisted. She had seen the black main lion being quite course and rude to other initiates. He even challenged the head mages. The only person he seemed to show any respect and kindness to was Oceta. "I know you don't want to hear it, but I am concerned about Mufaska. When he looks at you, I don't get a good feeling."
Oceta ignored her friend for a short while as she placed her daughter in her crib. After mixing up some sweet tea the two friends continued talking throughout the night. Oceta wasn't convinced that Mufaska wasn't a danger. In fact he stopped by later that night to check on her and bring her a warm meal. The mood in the home was tense with Pumyra keeping a sharp eye on the lion as he made advances towards her friend. Advances she handled calmly while taking care of her daughter. Later Mufaska had to return to the initiate's dorm, but not before giving Tawnypelt a kiss.
"It was nice to see you and your little one again Oceta. She's lucky to have you taking care of her so attentively. Especially now, that her father has since passed from the world of the living."
"She misses Starpelt mostly at night. He would stroke her fur and pull her covers up. I'm thankful she inherited his coloring. I'm sending her to my cousin for a time just until I'm sure that the sickness is fully gone. Once I know she's fully recovered maybe we could all have a picnic together," she told him. She missed how his eyes were flickering bright red for a second as he accepted the invitation.
Pumyra watched him go, itching to shoot him with her crossbow. She had a bad feeling that something disastrous was going to occur. How right she was. Only a week later, the very day after Tawnypelt had been sent to Thunder City, Mufaska sold his soul becoming the greatest evil ever. Her friends dying prophecy and warning were the last things she heard before her soul parted the world of the living. The next think she knew the Ancient Spirits of Good had rescued her soul giving her a new purpose in life. She vowed that she would protect Oceta's line until the chosen one came and fulfilled the prophecy.
Pumyra entered the Spirits sanctum and bowed her head, her wings angled downward in a sign of respect. "You've summoned me my Masters?"
"Rise young one, we wish to speak to you about your observations from your latest venture to Third Earth. Please, what are your thoughts about this new Alliance? How do you think it will fair against our foes? Do they have the will to stand united and the skills to fight against such powerful foes?" Isis questioned her with great diligence. The smallest detail could crucial to the success of the coming climax.
"Great Isis, my time on Third Earth was one of the most strenuous and dangerous to date. I spent time posing as slave, gladiator, and a loyal comrade and of course a potential queen to the Thundercats. I witnessed many horrible inhuman actions such as the Dogs Pit and the Rat's acting as overseers. The contempt for other species was palpable. I would hear their constant palter causing me to growl and lash out. It seemed impossible that these descendents of the animal tribes and the natives would destroy themselves before Mumm-Ra and his dark masters got to them."
"Then your assessment is that the people of Third Earth are doomed? That they won't be able to cooperate long enough to save themselves let alone their world. This is disturbing."
"Mistress Isis, I wasn't finished speaking. It's true that many tribes and certain individuals act in arrogant manners, which they can't forgive others for past mistakes. Yet, during my time there I saw enemies become friends. I witnessed the miracle of growth and change in individuals that I deemed to rigid for such things. It may have been a battle that forged their strong bond, but they have made continuous efforts to keep these bonds alive. I believe that they have the will to continue working towards a common goal."
"Pumyra is right, the Alliance is new, but the bonds between friends is as old as time. We have to have faith in our Champion's ability to use the gifts we've given them wisely," Hebe responded.
"He already wields the Sword of Omens with the Claw Shield. We've witnessed his mastery of the Stones of Power. Ocelata has been working to control the powers of her Diadem. Together they make quite the team, balancing each other out. Their combined abilities just might be enough to stand up to the dark powers of the Sword of Plundar and its Gauntlet. Still they are missing the last Stone of Power, the Elemental Mind Stone's powers are vast, Should Mumm-Ra obtain it first I fear that he might become unstoppable," Rhiannon pointed out.
"The final Stone's location is very remote and dangerous to get to. At the moment the Champion is unable to get to it. The Thundercats will need some time to help construct a transport able to withstand the depths of the ocean. Time they may not have," Amaterasu insisted. "We have already determined that Mumm-Ra is using his dark powers to try to break free of the Dark Pyramid. He won't rest until he's free to finish the chaos he started. Our counterparts have already given him additional aid in creating a massive army to wipe out all those that oppose him. The containment team stationed outside the Dark Pyramid is at great risk of dying should he convince others to side with him and take them out by ambush."
"Mistress, please allow me to lead a small team into enemy territory. As long as the dark Champion is linked to the Ancient Spirits of Evil, he will continue to grow stronger. If we cut off the connection here it might by the Alliance the time they need to secure the Stone of Power and train their army for the final battle."
"Liaison Pumyra, you know the Ancient Spirits of Evil's territory is vast and filled with hidden dangers. Our own powers weaken greatly the longer we stay in their part of the realm. Should you and your team make it you be at a considerable disadvantage. We can't guarantee your safe return," Isis warned the puma.
"There are no guarantees in any lifetime. The four of you granted me this second chance so that I may keep my vow to Oceta's family. I can't very well sit here and do nothing. If I can help Lion-O and Ocelata's cause from this side; then I will gladly sacrifice my life for the people I love. Have faith in me Mistresses," Pumyra urged them. Her wings beat in a fury and her entire body was taunt with energy. She tracked the motions of her mistresses with her eyes as they whispered among themselves. Finally they nodded granting her leave. "Thank you my Mistress. I will gather a small strike force and leave immediately. In the meantime please keep an eye on the Thundercats. Let me know if anything changes."
The Ancient Spirits of Good promised they would. Within the hour Pumyra was leading a small attaché on a life and death mission to the corrupted realms of the Spirits of Evil. No one knew if they would make it back alive. As they prayed for victory Pumyra said a small one for her Thundercats friends wishing them success in their endeavors.
On Third Earth a two weeks had past since the Council had come to its unanimous decisions. The envoy teams were making their way to the farthest corners of Third Earth hoping to gain new allies and resources for the Alliance. The sounds of construction were heard constantly as the Rats, Vultures, and Berbils worked round the clock to restore tech to its glory. Other tribes were training groups of different tribes in the art of combat and how to work with one another. Messenger animals would come in intervals to update them on the status of the containment team. So far Mumm-Ra had stayed put, however that didn't give them much comfort knowing what horrors he could commit while locked up.
Lion-O and Ocelata were inspecting the progress on the air craft and sub the Berbils and Vultures were busy constructing. Since the coast was many miles away an air craft would be needed to transport the sub to the ocean. The air craft was nearly finished and the kittens were painting the Thundercat insignia on the Feliner. Panthro was shouting orders at the Berbils while he worked on t sub the group had jokingly named the Catfish.
"For the last time I told you we need more armor plating on the sub if it's to withstand the pressure! Make sure the plates are welded in overlapping pattern to help equalizer the pressure!" Panthro ordered. "Blasted bears, they're going to be the death of us."
"Be nice Panthro, the RoboBerbils are working overtime to finish constructing the sub on time. I can't wait to see the ocean. Can you imagine smelling that salty air? Or diving under the waves to see a beautiful unseen world? This is going to be a great chance to expand our mental talents!" WilyKat exclaimed. His ESP was getting stronger, having saved many lives with his talents.
"Can you imagine the kind of people who must be living in the underwater city? I wonder how they get fresh air into the city. Do you think that we'll have to construct special suits to move around? Hey Panthro, do you want us to teach you how to swim?" WilyKit questioned, her bushy tail was wagging back and forth. Her jasper was glowing brightly. Her empathy and mediumship was growing stronger every day. She and her brother could now speak telepathically with one another. "We could teach you to swim! You taught us how to survive so we'd be returning the favor!"
"If it's one thing I hate more then heights, its water. Ugh why this stupid Stone can't be buried in a canyon or something? Fine, you can teach me to swim! Don't get any ideas of playing tricks on me!"
"Panthro, are you teasing the kittens again? You know it's not fair to be ganging up on kittens like that. Hey kids, we just received a message from a team in the old farmlands. It seems that most of the farmers survived the lizards marching. They will be providing as much food to the Alliance as possible. Some of the farmers are even offering aid so to some of the more injured parties. Hopefully our people will recover quickly. We need more bodies if we're to man these vehicles in the final fight," Ocelata told them. The kittens perked up at the mention of the farms and she discreetly gave them a letter from one of the farms knowing it was from their mom.
Lion-O was talking with Panthro and the Berbils asking questions about how the sub worked, when they would be able to launch and what kind of defenses they would have. He also asked about the possibility of creating some kind of scuba gear so they could maneuver outside the sub. The Berbils assured them that they be finished with the Feliner and the Catfish by the end of next week. "Good, we've heard reports from the envoy teams. They're making some progress with some of the other tribes, but it will take more negotiations before we can secure their loyalty to the Alliance. I'm worried though that it might not be enough. We've heard from Gela and Frilla that it's taking a lot more time to convince their fellow Lizards to turn their backs on Mumm-Ra. According to them Mumm-Ra's still holds a lot of power over them. Rumor has it that he's recruiting actively."
"This is not good. If the evil one does gain more support then we could be looking at a whole new war," Panthro replied.
"Berbils scared. What if he uses his dark magic to destroy our homes?" Robobear Bill questioned. "Berbils can't lose our home again!"
"We promise that won't happen. Master Chem has already sent Spellbinders to the different Alliance members' homes to cast protection spells. The perimeter team has also been setting up traps to keep any new recruits from meeting with Mumm-Ra or to capture him should he leave," Ocelata assured him.
"How are Tygra and Cheetara doing? It can't be easy integrating the tribes together. Our fighting style's are quite different then one another."
"True, but Tygra and Cheetara are excellent teachers. They've managed not only to learn how to fight like Weasels and Dogs, but at the same time use defensive moves shown to them by the Elephants. I'm glad we also decided to put them in charge of distributing the resources to the different members of the Alliance. They seem very happy in their job."
"Considering all the time they get to spend together in close quarters why not? We should continue our rounds and see how everyone else is adjusting to the new training regiment. I know quite a few people are still having trouble learning how to operate the technology without blowing up in their faces. Come on Lion-O lets go," Ocelata playfully said tugging her husband away from the construction yard.
As they were doing their rounds and meeting with everyone the couple had very little time to talk with one another. It wasn't until they were in their private chambers reviewing the Diary and The Book of Omens for more data about the Elemental Stone when Lion-O asked her a question. "Why didn't you tell me that the kittens' mom was alive and had been looking for them? It was quite a shock when the envoy teams conveyed that letter to us. If Glen hadn't asked me if we received it I wouldn't have known about it. You lived in WilyKit having complete access to her memories. You should have told me the truth."
"It wasn't my secret to tell. I learned about their past through unethical means. If I betrayed their trust in me, then we might lose them for good."
"They should be with their family helping run the farm and taking care of their younger siblings. Not risking their lives in a war. Why didn't they go back after the fall of Thundera?"
"The same reason you didn't stay in the ruins of the city trying to rebuild. They were meant to be with us on this journey. Lion-O, they left their home with only a dream to sustain them. The belief that they would find this fabled city and bring back enough gold and food to help their struggling family survive. Their trial by fire taught them useful skills in thieving, cunning tricks, and helped kick start their mental talents. Think about it, without them on this team you wouldn't have made it this far. They are useful members of this team. They helped bring us together and found this city giving the Alliance a base of operations. I know you're worried and want to send them home, but to end their journey now would be cruel and wrong."
"Did you have a premonition about them on the underwater quest?"
"More like a strong feeling. The Diadem has been strengthening my mental gifts. I have projected myself into their dreams. They want nothing more then to complete this journey with us. They have the same drive as Tygra, Cheetara and Panthro. Even Snarf wants to find the final Stone of Power and bring an end to this war. We may be their Lord and Queen, but do we have the right to prevent them from fulfilling their destiny?" Ocelata asked him.
"No, but if the kittens want to remain they'll have to be more honest with us. This quest isn't going to be like the other searches for a Stone. The chances of dying are much higher. Anyone one of us could lose our lives. We need to be prepared for the worst. Whatever happens to use, we need ensure the survival of the people of Third Earth. Nothing matters more then that."
"Agreed, by working together we will keep our promise. The Ancient Spirits of Evil and Mumm-Ra should watch out. The Champion and his priestess are going to be kicking their butts!"