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The air was thick with the ozone tang of spent magic and the acrid scent of scorched earth. Adora, as She-Ra, lay sprawled amidst the rubble of the Whispering Woods, her transformation shimmering and fading. Her head throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with the humiliation searing through her. She was captured. And by Catra, of all people. Catra sauntered into view, her tail swishing with a predatory grace that sent a shiver down Adora’s spine. Her mismatched eyes, usually glinting with a mischievous cruelty, now held a chilling satisfaction. A smirk, sharp and confident, played on her lips. “Well, well, well,” Catra purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the ground. “Look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, what the cat brought down."