Morgana's personal solar was a bastion of dark knowledge and powerful magiks,bookshelves that reached the ceiling,various plants,minerals and other ingredients littered a nearby table next to an empty cauldron and in the corner of the room a painstakingly painted crimson red magic circle that pulsed.
"We don't have much time,stand in the circle!"Morgana ordered hastily scrambling around the room chanting in a hurried pace.
"I'll teleport you,then myself."She explained.
Her chanting swelled and the magic circle became as bright as the sun,when it died down Mordred was gone.
Morgana POV
Feeling the last of her reserves empty,She stared at the circle with blurry eyes.It seems prana depletion has taken a larger toll on her than expected,she thought.Lying to Mordred felt much harder than it ever had before.She felt liquid pour down her cheek,absently wiping it away she thought of why she did that.Teleporting herself was a much more logical decision guaranteeing safety and survival,yet having Mordred hold off the she-grimm while she escaped was unthinkable even now faced with her death.
The liquid continued to fall from her eyes.Wiping it away proved useless.
A simple teleport even two would not have left her so drained.However she modified the spell to be massively delayed only teleporting him centuries later when the humanoid grimm forgot about his existence,till then Mordred was stuck in a limbo like state.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the grimm gently opened the door and entered.All of a sudden every automated defense and bounded field she had in her workshop honed in and let loose.
The grimm witches body was flayed,carved,burned,liquedated,smashed,torn apart and was nothing more than a puddle on the floor.She felt her hope abandon her as she saw the puddle rise and a familiar figure with it.Falling to her knees Morgana finally realized that she was crying,that she was sad that she wouldn't see Mordred,her son ever again.Now openly weeping she barely noticed the small dainty white hands that surrounded her neck,she faintly felt them squeezing cutting off her airway,slowly,ever so slowly they crushed her throat.The last thing she saw was red eyes and a cruel smile.
The last thing she thought was:
'I'm sorry,please forgive me Mordred,I love you.'
A snap was heard,and a body fell to the floor.
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