“They trust me more than you ever did,” Adora replied, but her voice cracked.
“Catra.”
She-Ra stood where Adora had been.
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.” She-Ra- Princess of Power
Catra joined her, silent as ever, and leaned against her shoulder. Her tail curled around Adora’s wrist. “They trust me more than you ever did,”
