I stood alone in my chamber, the air thick with ancient magic and something far older—myself.
A thought flickered through my mind, and I reached inward… into the vast, impossible vault that existed within my soul.
Artifacts.
Thousands of them.
No—more.
Every relic from worlds like The Lord of the Rings, Tales of Arcadia, and countless others rested within me, perfectly preserved, perfectly accessible. Alongside them… libraries. Entire collections of magical knowledge, spanning every field imaginable.
A gift from a bored god.
I smiled faintly.
"Let's see how useful you truly are…"
With a simple motion, I summoned one of them.
A sphere formed in the air before me—ancient, intricate, humming with power that resonated perfectly with time itself.
Krohnisfere
The Krohnisfere.
A container. A conduit. A window into time itself.
And more importantly… a tool that could rival even the Time Stone in its own way.
I placed my hand against its surface.
Instantly, the world shattered.
Time unfolded before me—not as a straight line, but as an infinite ocean of branching possibilities.
I saw Camelot burn.
I saw myself—Morgana—standing against Merlin, shadows devouring the sky as betrayal turned the kingdom into ash.
I saw victories.
I saw failures.
I saw timelines where I fell. Timelines where Merlin triumphed. Timelines where something far worse than either of us emerged.
And then…
I pushed deeper.
Homura's instincts guided me. Not just watching—but analyzing. Tracking loops. Recognizing patterns. Dissecting causality.
Sauron's mind followed, calculating outcomes, identifying weaknesses, building strategies.
Claire's balance grounded me, preventing the flood of knowledge from overwhelming my consciousness.
And Morgana…
Morgana understood the magic itself.
I wasn't just observing time.
I was learning how to dominate it.
I saw Merlin.
Merlin
His strengths. His limits. The way he wielded the Time Stone. The subtle delays in his casting. The moments—rare, but real—where his defenses weakened.
I saw how he trusted me.
That… was the most important detail of all.
Because trust…
Was the easiest thing to weaponize.
I pulled my hand away.
The visions stopped instantly.
Silence filled the chamber again, broken only by the faint hum of magic in the air.
I exhaled slowly.
"…I see."
This wasn't going to be a battle of power. Not yet.
It would be a game.
A long one.
And I already had the advantage.
The Krohnisfere vanished back into my soul as I turned toward the door. My expression shifted effortlessly—Claire's warmth softening my features, masking the cold calculation beneath.
A polite smile formed on my lips.
Perfect. Controlled. Harmless.
A lie.
Merlin's chambers were exactly as I expected—ancient, filled with artifacts, saturated with controlled, refined magic. The air itself seemed to obey him.
I stepped inside without hesitation.
"My teacher," I said smoothly.
I inclined my head slightly, just enough to show respect—but not submission.
"Shall we begin today's lesson?"
My voice was calm. Warm, even.
But beneath it…
Homura's patience waited.Morgana's ambition burned.Sauron's will loomed.
And now…
I knew the future.