The moment the thought formed… it didn't feel like hesitation.
It felt like clarity.
I stood alone in my chamber, the Darkhold open before me, its pages whispering secrets that lesser minds would call corruption. To me… it was simply knowledge. Another language. Another tool.
Merlin had drawn his line.
And now, so had I.
Camelot was not a kingdom of peace. It was a kingdom of control—of suppressed knowledge, of restrained power, of fear disguised as wisdom. And at the center of it all stood my former teacher:
Merlin
The Sorcerer Supreme.
The wielder of the Time Stone.
And my greatest obstacle.
I closed the Darkhold slowly, my mind already accelerating far beyond a simple act of rebellion. This wasn't about rage. Not about impulse.
This was war.
And I would not lose.
Step One: Accept the Truth
Merlin knows.
Or if he doesn't know exactly, he knows enough. He has seen possibilities. Futures. Diverging paths.
In at least some of them… I betray Camelot.
That means one thing:
I cannot rely on surprise.
Step Two: Break the Future
A faint smile curved my lips.
Time manipulation pulsed quietly within me—Homura's power, precise and absolute. Merlin's Time Stone might grant him authority over time…
…but I understood it.
Lived it.
Bled through it across endless loops.
If Merlin sees the future, then I simply ensure that:
There is no single future to see.
I will fracture causality.
Layer decisions. Create branching outcomes so dense, so contradictory, that even foresight becomes unreliable.
Let him see a thousand betrayals.
He won't know which one is real.
Step Three: Maintain the Mask
For now…
I remain the student.
The obedient apprentice.
The slightly defiant, but ultimately loyal Morgana.
Claire's influence made this effortless—warmth, intelligence, subtlety. A perfect disguise.
Merlin must not act early.
If he moves against me before I am ready, the balance shifts.
So I give him no reason to strike.
Not yet.
Step Four: Expand Power in Silence
The Darkhold floated back into my hands.
I would master it completely. Not recklessly—but efficiently. Extracting every spell, every forbidden technique, every hidden truth.
At the same time…
I would refine everything else.
Time manipulation (beyond even what Merlin expects) Shadow magic (faster, sharper, more lethal) Soul manipulation (control, binding, domination) Artifact integration (every relic within my soul catalogued and optimized)
I wasn't just growing stronger.
I was becoming inevitable.
Step Five: Isolate Merlin
Merlin's greatest strength is not just power.
It is position.
Sorcerer Supreme. Advisor. Protector of Camelot.
To defeat him…
I don't confront him directly.
I erode his foundation.
Slowly. Carefully. Invisibly.
Undermine trust Shift loyalties Introduce uncertainty into his foresight Force him into reactive positions
Sauron's memories whispered clearly here:
Domination is not won through strength alone.
It is won through control.
Step Six: The Endgame
Only when everything is aligned…
When Merlin is uncertain.
When Camelot is divided.
When my power has surpassed even his expectations…
Then—
I strike.
Fast. Decisive. Absolute.
No drawn-out war.
No unnecessary chaos.
Just… victory.
I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
This wasn't the path the original Morgana had taken.
She had been driven by pain. By betrayal. By emotion.
I was different.
I was calm.
Calculated.
Certain.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no hesitation left.
"I will take Camelot," I said quietly.
Not with rage.
Not with desperation.
But with the quiet certainty of someone who had already seen the outcome…
…and decided to make it real.