For a moment, everyone was paralyzed and it was like time itself had stopped. Elyan fell to the ground in front of Morgana, using his last strength to turn towards his friends as he drew his last breath. The blood streaming from his chest might as well have been coming from the hearts of his friends. Everyone was so shocked that they forgot about the battle for a moment. Morgana, on the other hand, enjoyed the sight. She had always thought Arthur was a fool because  he pitied the weak like this. Even when they were younger, Arthur had always come to the rescue of those who could not rescue themselves. It was his greatest weakness. But Morgana knew better. She knew that only the strong could survive in this world. Arthur was not strong despite appearances. When they were children and used to duel with swords, Arthur would come to Morgana's rescue even when she was the enemy. He cared too much and so did his friends. This was what would become their downfall. But again Morgana forgot to remember the importance of destiny. She forgot that her greatest enemy was standing beside Arthur. Morgana stepped over the body of the dead knight with a scornful smile. Unlike his friends, Merlin was able to overcome the shock of Elyan's death. Kneeling with his palm to the ground, he let his eyes turn golden. They stayed so as a manifestation of the kind of power Merlin was now channeling. It was not necessary for him to pronounce the spell he was using. He knew his magic was strong enough. A misty vale, golden as the magic in Merlin's eyes, began to rise and appeared as though it had been conjured from thin air. It rose up, higher and higher, until it separated Morgana from her followers. None of them could penetrate this vale. It even extended far enough to separate the vast majority of Morgana's men from Arthur's men. This gave the knights the advantage they needed to defeat the unlucky few left on the wrong side of the vale. It was clear that Morgana's forces were now outwitted by a single man. Closing his eyes, Merlin called for an old friend in the old language. Morgana, who was frantically shouting her own counter spell, could sense her enemy call for help, which wiped the smile off her face. Then the mighty dragon flew across the sky and attacked with blinding speed. It spewed fire on Morgana and her men. Merlin kept the vale up to protect Arthur and his men, so they would remain unharmed by the fire. Morgana could only watch as the dragon wiped out her accomplices and she had to use everything in her might to save herself. In panic, she attacked Merlin with every defensive spell she could think of. Merlin did not even feel them. His eyes were still burning with that golden fire when he reached Morgana.

"A dragon will not win you this battle!" Morgana snarled at him. "My magic is stronger!"

Merlin refrained from answering. The dragon above him roared as though to taunt Morgana for her words. Those whom Killgarrah's flames hadn't extinguished, were either captured or fleeing from Camelot. Mordred was captured, too. Morgana was now alone. Merlin let the vale fall again, yet his eyes remained golden in color, now a permanent feature of his.

"You forget what has been foretold, Morgana," Merlin told her. "Your destiny is a great, but sad one. Your future is not to be queen of this land."

She glared at him, her magic flaring in her eyes only faintly. "No," she sneered as the knights surrounded her. "I will have what is rightfully mine!"

"Camelot was never yours." Arthur joined Merlin with Excalibur in his hand. "You took it by force, not by right. But this ends now, Morgana. This is the last time I will have you cause pain and sorrow in my kingdom. It's over now."

"NO!" she yelled in a high-pitched scream and cast herself forward towards Arthur. Her intention was clear. Luckily, Arthur had always been quicker with a sword than she. He pierced her chest with Excalibur and saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. Morgana had always feared death.

"This is for Gaius," Arthur told her as she gasped for breath. "For Elyan..." He pushed the sword further in. "... And for my Guinevere!"

By now, Morgana was wobbling on her feet. Her eyelids were closing, but she fought to stay alive, managing to send a glare in Arthur's direction. Arthur felt nothing for her in these her last moments.

Merlin looked down at her. "Goodbye, Morgana. Know that you die for Camelot, for Albion, and for the sake of destiny." With that he thrust the sword in so deep that Morgana was condemned to drown in her own blood. It flooded her lungs, as she stared blindly ahead of herself before collapsing for the final time. Everyone held their breaths as Arthur checked that she was indeed dead before breathing a sigh of relief. The battle was finally over and Morgana had been defeated. Arthur shared a look with the golden-eyed Merlin and something unspoken passed between them. Merlin and Arthur grabbed on to each other's arms to congratulate each other, strength and magic united in common cause.