Blackbeard stood at the top of the steps of the San Francisco Museum of Natural History, holding Sam tightly in his grip. Booth stood next to him, arms folded.
As they looked up, they saw Williams, Yang Chong, and Werner appear in the sky. The three Prime Morganians caught by the Ghostbusters flew down and met the others where they stood.
"You all played your roles perfectly," Blackbeard complimented. "Now, our time is upon us. Morgana's time is upon us.
"The All-Seer is inside. Let's not keep him waiting."
Booth turned to the doors and raised his hands. Out of thin air, shards appeared in his hands, as though they were ripped openings in space. Without hesitation, he threw the shards at the doors, causing the glass as well as the steel they were made of to shatter.
Terrified, Sam struggled to free herself from Blackbeard's grip, but his hold was too tight upon her. All she succeeded in doing was angering Williams, for she grabbed the girl by the throat.
"Continue to resist," she threatened, "and I will snap you like a twig."
"Enough, Abigail," Blackbeard said sternly. "We still need her."
The Prime Morganians made their way to the museum's Camelot exhibit. Inside, they found the All-Seer waiting, a crystal-bladed sword held within his hands. He bowed as they approached him.
"At last," he said, "our time to rise once more has come, and King Arthur will not be able to stop us."
"Then let's not keep our Mistress waiting," Blackbeard replied.
The All-Seer nodded, then held his hands high in the air like a priest, Excalibur being held by its hilt in his left hand.
"Trusted disciples," he called out, "it is time!"
The hooded Morganians emerged from the shadows. They formed a circle around the All-Seer, Sam, and the Prime Morganians and held their hands out to their sides. Words of a long-forgotten dialect came from their mouths.
The Morganians parted for the All-Seer as he left the circle and approached the black crystal sarcophagus. Both the sarcophagus and Excalibur began to glow as the All-Seer stepped closer.
"I know, Mistress," he said. "You've waited far too long for this, but the time for waiting is now over. Now, you shall be free to spread your gift across the world. BE FREE, AND LEAD US TO ENLIGHTENMENT!"
The All-Seer then plunged the blade straight into the sarcophagus. In seconds, cracks of light began to appear, and moments later, the sarcophagus exploded, blowing the All-Seer back.
Glancing up, the All-Seer spotted a beautiful woman hovering above him. A crown of black thorns rested in her jet-black hair. She wore a black dress that seemed to be made of the same thorns as her crown. Her eyes glowed a horrific emerald green.
The All-Seer gasped when he saw her and quickly kneeled before her. So did the Morganians and even the Prime Morganians. Sam, however, remained standing.
"My Mistress," the All-Seer said, "you have returned at long last."
"You have done well, All-Seer," Morgana told him. "I have grown even stronger than I was before Arthur sealed me in that forsaken prison."
"Your brother is no more, Mistress," Blackbeard declared. "There is nobody who can stop you."
Morgana turned and looked at Sam, whose face became more stricken with fear with each passing second. She floated over and held Sam's face in her hand.
"My child," she said. "Your blood will help me bring about the next great age of this planet."
"I will never help you," Sam spat.
Morgana's face darkened with anger.
"I said I needed your blood," she hissed. "I never said I needed your cooperation."
She then turned around and raised her hands high into the air. Green orbs of energy formed in the palms of her hands as her green eyes glowed even brighter.
"Your hard work and patience will now pay off," she addressed the All-Seer and the Morganians. "Now is the time for the dawn of a new age: The Age of Morgana! An age that will last forever, and so will you!"
Morgana brought down her hands and slammed them into the ground. A massive surge of energy burst through the ground and shot up through the ceiling of the museum and into the sky. A massive green cloud formed above the building.
Looking down before her, Morgana and her Prime Morganians watched as the All-Seer and the other Morganians cried out as their bodies instantly turned to dust, leaving behind only their astral forms: Hooded specters wearing the Great Seal of Morgana on the backs of their cloaks, their faces a grotesque and twisted form of their mortal identities.
"Now you shall last forever," Morgana declared. "Go! Spread my power! I need time to prepare my spell! Make sure the mortals do not intervene!"
With a great scream, the Spectral Morganians flew out of the museum and vanished.
Morgana then turned to her Prime Morganians.
"Prepare the Order's temple," she commanded. "I shall join you shortly."
With that, she spun into a ball of green light, then flew out of the museum and vanished.