The moment the decision solidified… I acted.
No hesitation. No doubt.
Only execution.
The ring materialized in my palm, cold and alive with ancient malice.
Inferna Copula
A masterpiece of control. Of domination. Of absolute authority over a soul bound in suffering.
I slid it onto my finger.
The world shifted.
Not physically—but spiritually.
I felt it instantly.
A tether.
A presence.
A being of shadow, agony, and razor-sharp purpose… bound completely to my will.
"Come," I whispered.
The shadows at my feet deepened—stretching unnaturally, swallowing the candlelight as if it had never existed. Then…
He emerged.
Angor Rot.
Silent. Deadly. Perfect.
His form solidified from darkness itself, eyes glowing faintly as he bowed his head—not out of respect, but compulsion. His soul belonged to me. Every movement, every breath, every kill… was mine to command.
"My lady," his voice rasped.
A faint smile touched my lips.
"Tonight," I said softly, "we reshape a kingdom."
The halls of Camelot were quiet.
Too quiet.
My footsteps echoed against ancient stone as shadows curled lazily around me, responding to my presence like loyal beasts. Angor Rot melted into the darkness behind me—unseen, unfelt, unstoppable.
But I wasn't foolish.
I already knew.
He was there.
Waiting.
The throne room doors opened with a low, groaning creak.
Golden light spilled outward, clashing violently with the darkness that followed me in.
And there they stood.
King Arthur
And beside him…
Merlin
Of course.
Merlin's gaze met mine instantly. Calm. Knowing. Unyielding.
He had seen this.
Or at least… a version of it.
Perfect.
That made this all the more interesting.
"Hello, brother," I said politely.
My voice was warm. Gentle. Almost kind.
A lie wrapped in silk.
Shadows coiled subtly around my body, pulsing with restrained power. My fingers twitched—just slightly.
And then—
I moved.
The shadows exploded.
They surged forward like a living tide, racing across the floor and up the throne itself—wrapping around the blade resting beside Arthur.
Excalibur
"Mine."
The sword tore free from its place—ripping through the air as shadow tendrils dragged it toward me at blinding speed.
Arthur reacted instantly.
Too slow.
Steel met shadow as he lunged, grabbing the hilt just as it reached me. The force of our opposing pulls cracked the stone beneath his feet.
And then—
The room erupted.
Angor Rot struck first.
A blur of motion—faster than human perception—he surged from the shadows, twin blades flashing as he clashed against Arthur. Sparks flew as Excalibur met enchanted steel, the sheer force of the impact sending shockwaves through the throne room.
Arthur was good.
Better than good.
Even without full control of the situation, even under sudden assault, he adapted instantly—his movements precise, disciplined, honed through years of battle.
Excalibur sang in his hands.
Light clashed against darkness.
And still—
Angor Rot pressed him.
Relentless. Unstoppable.
But that wasn't my focus.
Not anymore.
Merlin moved.
And the world bent with him.
Golden energy erupted from his staff, twisting into intricate sigils that reshaped reality itself. Time rippled faintly around him—subtle, controlled, absolute.
"Enough, Morgana," he said.
Not angry.
Not panicked.
Just… disappointed.
That almost made me laugh.
I raised my hand.
Purple energy ignited.
Shadows condensed, spiraling into dense, crackling spheres of destructive force. Dark magic and raw energy fused seamlessly, forming something far more dangerous than either alone.
"You should have taught me everything," I replied softly.
And then I fired.
The blast tore across the room—an explosion of violet and black that devoured everything in its path.
Merlin didn't dodge.
He rewrote.
Reality bent as his spell intercepted mine, unraveling the energy mid-flight and dispersing it into harmless sparks.
Impressive.
Very impressive.
I was already moving.
Time slowed.
Not completely—but enough.
Homura's power surged through me, compressing the moment into something I alone fully controlled. I stepped through the slowed world, shadows carrying me forward as I unleashed a barrage of attacks—blades, blasts, constructs, all converging on Merlin at once.
He reacted instantly.
Of course he did.
The Time Stone pulsed faintly.
Time corrected.
Balanced.
Equalized.
Our magic collided.
And the throne room ceased to be a room.
Explosions of light and darkness tore through the air, shattering stone, warping space, cracking reality itself. Purple shadows clashed against golden eldritch constructs, each impact sending shockwaves that split pillars and fractured the ground.
I summoned blades of pure darkness—hundreds of them—launching them like a storm.
Merlin countered with a single gesture.
They froze mid-air.
And shattered.
"Your power is impressive," he said, stepping forward through the chaos as if it were nothing. "But unfocused."
Unfocused?
A slow smile spread across my face.
"Is it?"
The shadows answered.
They surged from every corner of the room—walls, floor, ceiling—forming massive tendrils that crashed down toward him from all directions. At the same time, I layered spells beneath them—curses, binding magic, raw destructive force hidden within the assault.
A trap within a trap.
Sauron's strategy.
Morgana's magic.
My will.
Merlin's eyes narrowed.
Good.
He saw it.
Too late.
The tendrils struck—exploding into a storm of energy and shadow that engulfed him completely. The throne room trembled under the sheer force of the impact.
For a moment…
Silence.
Then—
Light pierced the darkness.
Clean. Absolute.
Unstoppable.
Merlin stepped through the remnants of my attack, his form untouched, his presence overwhelming. The air itself bent around him as the full weight of the Sorcerer Supreme settled into place.
"I warned you," he said quietly.
Behind me, I could hear the clash of steel intensify.
Arthur and Angor Rot—still locked in battle.
Evenly matched.
For now.
I exhaled slowly.
My pulse was steady.
My mind… sharper than ever.
Less than a week in this world.
And I was standing against him.
Matching him.
Forcing him to take me seriously.
Power surged through me again—deeper this time.
Darker.
The Darkhold responded instantly, its knowledge flowing into my spells as I reshaped them mid-cast, refining, optimizing, perfecting.
Purple energy flared brighter.
Shadows deepened.
Time itself trembled.
"I'm just getting started," I said softly.
And this time…
When I attacked—
The world broke with it.