tested with torment (джен)

Merlin falls down easily on one knee, his head bowed as a sword almost pierces the soft skin of his neck. He places a hand on the ground and closes his eyes. The Earth sings underneath his hold, a low hum that fills his senses. Tendrils of magic race up his arm and he can feel the gold spilling out from his eyes.  
Morgana is a distant worry when he becomes one with the world.
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Merlin and Morgana fight.