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[soft music]

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[thunder rumbling]

[Keldor] Careful.

If anything's even a micron out of place, Father will know.

We don't want to make him angry.

[Randor] He's always kind of angry.

[Keldor] No, he's just serious.

Being king is a big responsibility.

Aha! Found it.

Father's secret stash!

Of what?

[sniffs] Technically, fruit juice.

[distant conversation]

[gasps] He's coming! He's coming!

Shh! [conversation approaches]

[Amelia] You promised his mother, Miro,

on your name and honor,

to send the boy home when he came of age.

He is my blood! But not your heir.

What waits at court for the bastard son of a king,

except the agony of watching his younger brother

wear a crown denied him by his parentage?

It is denied him by law.

Then change the law, Your Majesty.

It is more complicated than that.

His people do not trust us.

They are forbidden from leaving their shores

and setting foot upon our own.

If I send my son there, I am effectively banishing him.

Eternos is banishment for him!

In Anwat Gar, he would have a chance to flourish.

Here, he will always be second to his younger brother

until Randor produces an heir to make him third.

Keldor is a part of me, Amelia.

And Randor thinks he hung the moons.

Which is kinder, my love?

Keeping him close,

condemning him to a life in service of a crown

that by divine right should be his

or sending him home

a home where he can build a life

out from behind the shadows of kings?

[dramatic music]

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[Keldor] He knew she was right, of course.

I was gone within a week.

After I was returned to Anwat Gar, the Horde attacked.

I was wounded.

Rumor spread that I had perished.

But I lived.

And I chose to let the rumor live as well.

I thought my death would make things easier

for your grandfather and for Randor.

So he blamed himself for what happened?

Yes. Well, Randor always took responsibility

for everything.

So I guess he was born a king.

But was he?

You need to know, Adam,

back then, I wouldn't have accepted the crown.

Why not?

You're the firstborn son of King Miro.

It was your right.

But not my duty and certainly not my desire.

Miro's blood may flow within me,

but it's Saryn's, my mother's blood, Gar blood

that made me the man I am today--

more accustomed to feats of engineering and mathematics

than diplomacy and politics.

Not to mention the feats you perform, Adam.

Or is it He-Man?

I'm no politician either.

Just a warrior.

Yet, soon to be king--

a sizable burden for just one man,

even a man of your strength.

My father believed that no one man

should carry both sword and scepter.

He felt that having that separation

between king and champion

was the will of the power itself.

And what do you feel?

[sighs] Confused.

Why would the power reveal itself to me

if I was only ever destined to give it up?

[Keldor] Destiny can be quite confounding

when it's met out of time.

If I've learned anything, it's that.

I do not desire for the throne, Adam.

And I think neither do you.

Still...

...Eternia needs a king.

[explosion]

And a champion.

♪ ♪

Mom! I'm okay, Adam.

He-Man--I mean Adam.

King Ada--Your Majesty, we have trouble.

[Adam] Duncan, who's attacking us?

Skeletor.

♪ ♪

Oh, dear. I know that look.

Everyone, stand back!

By the power of Grayskull,

I have the power!

[epic music]

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[wind whistling softly]

[dramatic music]

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[Teela] The Armistice of the Three.

Wait.

Four?

There aren't four towers.

There are no towers at all.

[ominous music]

[coughing]

Not since the cataclysm

when Preternia fell. [coughs]

Lord Granamyr,

Your High Eminence and Most Excellent Grace,

I am-- [Granamyr] Oh, I remember.

What did she call you?

Ah, yes, "Little Bird."

Taking up your mother's charge, it seems,

has mellowed your late impertinence.

Listen...

there were days when honeyed words would win my favor,

but now diplomacy

is a time-consuming effort.

So go on before it's too late.

[Teela] Too late?

[Granamyr] To say goodbye, my dear.

That is why you've come, yes?

To bear condolences from your king

over my impending demise.

You're dying?

I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't know that you--

And I'm afraid the king is dead.

Oh.

Well, long live the king.

I'm actually on a mission to help him--

well, his spirit, really,

and all the noble spirits that wander, or will wander,

untethered since the cataclysm.

The legends tell us that Granamyr the Magnificent

once granted humans access to Ka, snake magic.

I mean to resurrect Preternia

to restore their great reward,

but I can't do it without the power of Ka.

I'm here to ask for help.

[Evil-Lyn] Well, you won't get it from him.

So you can stop your warbling, Little Bird.

[dramatic music]

[people screaming]

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[people coughing]

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What is that?

Maybe we should ask him.

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[Orko] Skeletor!

I'd say he's more like SkeleTek.

SkeleTek? [chuckles] I like it.

Did you come up with that yourself?

♪ ♪

[Orko] Keldor?

Ooh, heroes come in blue now.

[grunts]

[zapping]

Is that all you got?

Hardly. [snaps fingers]

♪ ♪

[Orko] How is he doing that?

It's those smoke bombs.

They're laced with some sort of nanotechnology.

Wait, I don't want to hurt you.

♪ ♪

[SkeleTek] Long ago, Eternia embraced only technology.

[shouting]

[SkeleTek] The ancients constructed

massive mechanical marvels

to combat the malevolent forces of magic.

For eons, they've laid dormant,

buried deep underground and forgotten.

But with a little help from Motherboard,

Eternia's great technological age can begin anew!

♪ ♪

Behold!

One of the Techno-Titans-- a remnant from an era

of Eternia's glorious technological past!

♪ ♪

Orko, I need a hand here!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[Skeletor laughing evilly]

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He-Man, how are we supposed to--

He-Man?

♪ ♪

Man-at-Arms! I have a plan.

[He-Man] That's far enough.

Perhaps, but I do so enjoy excess.

Let him go!

Just remember, He-Man.

Today was but an opening salvo

from almighty Motherboard.

[laughing evilly]

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[child crying]

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[continues crying]

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[people shouting]

Battle Cat, bring it down.

[growls]

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Orko, we need to keep that thing still.

[grunting]

Man-At-Arm, with these modifications

from my Gar wristband,

we can use your blaster to upload

the Titan's self-destruction sequence.

How do you know all this?

The Techno Titans were developed

from ancient Gar technology.

You'll want to aim for the central processor.

It should be-- Let me guess.

Is it the big red eyeball?

[Keldor] That's the one.

♪ ♪

Yes, it's working!

Keep it up.

Guys, I don't know how much longer I can hold him.

[crying]

The sword.

♪ ♪

Ah!

Eighty-three percent.

Just a little bit longer, Orko.

We're almost there.

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[grunts]

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[Keldor] The upload didn't complete.

[pounding footsteps]

Look out!

♪ ♪

[roars]

♪ ♪

[roars]

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[Keldor] Andra, we have one last shot at this.

I'm redirecting the rest of the self-destruct sequence

to your blaster.

We just need one clear shot

to finish the upload and bring that thing down.

What if I miss?

I've seen you in action.

You're the Man-at-Arms of Eternos.

If anyone can make that shot, it's you.

[Battle Cat roars]

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Now!

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[beeping]

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[distant people cheering]

[coughing]

Are you all right?

[soft music]

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[people cheering] [gasps]

[cheering continues]

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[Teela] Okay, so what part of "exile on Trolla"

did you not understand?

The Trollans know I'm here.

And why are you here, Lyn?

It seems that my tampering with the cosmic balance

produced some unforeseen consequences.

You mean Granamyr's condition--

Is because of me, yes.

Wait, so you're here to, what, care for him,

like a nurse?

Oh, my Zoar, you are.

Why? It's not your concern.

Neither is Preternia, for that matter.

As you can see, Lord Granamyr

is in no condition to grant you a kind word,

let alone access to snake magic.

You're wasting your time.

[Granamyr] Humans...

desirous, covetous humans.

I did grant Ka to your ancestors,

and they promptly used it to rain down war and death

upon this world.

I learned long ago

that the only reliable human trait is lust for power.

And here you are once more,

begging for it.

Well, the answer is no...

to war, to death, and to you.

[ominous music]

[chuckles] She's an even bigger fool than you said.

I didn't say "fool." I said "simpleton."

What? It's nicer.

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Preternia isn't something I can just forget about.

And it's your problem, too. Especially yours.

You know, your being here, helping Granamyr,

looks a lot like penance.

I don't know if you're working an angle

or if you're really trying to be better,

but either way, what greater amends can you make

than to help me restore that which you destroyed?

[Evil-Lyn scoffs]

The resurrection of Preternia wouldn't just mean salvation

for the wandering souls of fallen champions,

but redemption for you, Evil-Lyn.

Help me convince him.

♪ ♪

Unless you really haven't changed at all.

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[He-Man] The power of Grayskull protected me.

So I tried sharing a small portion

of the power with the child,

like I do with Cringer.

And he was cured of this Motherboard's techno virus.

[Orko] Great. Then you can just point

the sword at everyone who's been infected.

We have dozens of citizens already infected.

And with those bombs, the virus spreads too quickly.

You'd have to use the sword on all of Eternia at once.

Which is unfeasible,

but if we can somehow amplify its reach...

[Duncan] If it's possible,

there's only one man on Eternia who could do it.

[dramatic music]

Orko, I'm entrusting the Sword of Power to you,

old friend.

Oh!

By the power of--

Orko, no!

Just kidding. [giggles]

Though maybe this isn't a good time to crack jokes.

[clears throat] Um, I won't let you down, He-Man.

You never could.

There's still time to change your mind.

No, this is how it has to be.

Eternia needs a king. Eternia needs you.

Sword, scepter, pen, and ink-- it's all one.

Take it from an old man.

It's not about what you hold in your hand,

but what you hold in your heart.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

You've been awfully quiet.

Why waste my breath?

You and I have been through enough by now

to read each other like books.

Sometimes I need to hear it.

This decision is yours.

And I will follow you and stand beside you

in any arena you choose.

But since it is also my future in question,

I suppose you should know,

though it may surprise you to hear it,

that I have loved being your Battle Cat.

♪ ♪

[He-Man] I had some real ups and downs with my dad.

Sons and fathers, right?

While it's no secret

he wanted me to follow in his royal footsteps,

he also felt one man should never be

both king and champion.

So his passing left me with an impossible choice...

that is, until the return of my uncle Keldor--

the true and rightful heir to Miro's throne.

And so, with the repeal of the outdated, cruel law

that denied him the crown,

I no longer face an impossible choice.

All of Eternos today witnessed Keldor's bravery and ingenuity

as he risked his life to save countless Eternians

from the forces of evil.

He's proven his mettle.

He's revealed his heart.

And if he'll give us a second chance...

...I can think of no better man to lead our people

into the next chapter of our great history.

It is my honor and privilege to present to you...

King Keldor I!

[person] King Keldor!

[people cheering]

[triumphant music]

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[cheering fades]

For the last time, the answer is no!

Please Lord Granamyr,

there is no one else alive with the power to help me.

I promise that-- Your promises are worthless!

So is that it, then?

Ugh, no.

Let me make this painfully clear.

You, Granamyr, are as good as dead.

Save your treacherous breath.

I've already made peace with the fact that my soul

shall wander time and space untethered

and then fade.

Wander and fade?

Your soul?

The soul of one whose legendarily disastrous judgment

led to the bloodiest wars this world--

perhaps this universe-- has ever seen?

You spent centuries hating humans,

blaming them for your mistake.

Yes, they abused their power,

but it was a power that you gave them.

Did you really think that you could heal yourself

of that responsibility

by hiding in a cave and hoping for the best?

I didn't come here to help ease your passing

because I enjoy the smell of rotting dragon flesh

and childish bravado.

I came to earn my absolution,

lest my foul crimes pave the way to an eternity

of hellish torment in Subternia.

That is what awaits us both.

It is arrogance unabated

to assume the soul of Granamyr the Monstrous

would not face untold horrors of a measure equal to mine.

But...

we have a chance, you and I.

If the new sorceress of Grayskull

can, with our help, resurrect the afterlife dimension,

then, perhaps, it could still hold a place

for the likes of you and me.

The universe isn't finished with you yet, either of you.

There's still time to do something good.

♪ ♪

What's happening? Did it work? Are you gonna help?

[scoffs] First, a riddle.

There's always a damn riddle.

Mm, an appropriate one, at that.

A paradox that's blind

to mage and king in kind.

Unlike the snake, the more you take,

the more you leave behind.

What is it?

Oh, obviously, power.

No, not power.

The more you take, the more you leave behind.

The answer's footsteps.

Ah...

perhaps you are ready.

The staff's but a conduit.

She'll need training

in calm and havoc.

Leave that to me.

[Granamyr speaking Dragonspeech]

[dramatic music]

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[hissing]

[SkeleTek] It was the perfect gambit.

The hapless fools suspected nothing.

And now each piece is in its place--

pawns, knights...

Queen...

and king.

♪ ♪

Speak of the devil.

Oh, my exalted one.

I am certain you mean devil...

in disguise.

Long live the king.

[laughing evilly]

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