for you, I would ruin myself (a million little times) (слэш)

Merlin does not stop. He doesn’t stop until there is nothing left of the tower but dust, nothing left of the island but sand. He doesn’t stop until the sky is black and the earth is scorched, and the rage in the centre of his chest has simmered down to a low flame.
He takes in the destruction, takes in the changed landscape that has not been changed since he laid Arthur to rest here. It’s not peace that he feels, but it’s the closest he has got in a long time.