"Stop," Morgana said, her voice cutting through Merlin's attempt at deflection. She pointed at Elizabeth. "I know what you're doing. Trying to shift the focus. It won't work. She doesn't have a single speck of mana in her. Not like we understand it. Her power is… something else. Foreign. So no, she is not the one foretold. She might be a piece on the board, a variable the seers couldn't see, but you… you are the prophecy, Merlin. The energy I felt when you nullified my ward… that's proof."
Merlin started to turn away, rolling his eyes, but Morgana grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to face her.
