Exhausted the old sorcerer enters the top of the tower. Next to him stands Arthur. Sir Galahad is following them. Together they look down to the lower town. The picture of the burning city is horrible. A huge creeping barrage makes its way through the entire lower town. People are running everywhere to pick up their last belongings. Between all that the knights of Camelot are fighting the fire and try to protect the people. Arthur puts his hand on the shoulder of the old sorcerer. "You can do that. You can save them. Merlin, save them." Stunned Sir Galahad looks at the old man. This is Merlin? He is paralyzed.
The old man raises his hands. Immediately some clouds appear and the sky turns dark. One cloud after another covers the sun. Stunned Arthur and Sir Galahad are looking into the sky. Within a few seconds, the cloud cover is closed. It is dark in Camelot. For this, the flames glow now even stronger in the lower town. The people and knights are pausing and look up to the sky. Not another storm! Not more lightning strikes! Not more flames! Not more burned houses! An old man dressed in black is part of the crowd. He smiles. In his mind he calls Merlin. "Merlin, you decided to save your people? Let's see whether it wants your help at all." He grins evil.
Merlin is still on top of the tower, his hands are still raised. The new call of Mordred has made him despair short. But a trusting nod of his king remembers him, what he is doing here and for whom he does.
The old man dressed in black in the crowd raises his trembling hand and points at the old sorcerer on the top of the tower. With his broken voice he screams as loud as he can. "Look, there is a sorcerer! He has called the storm! He has caused the fire!" Immediately the people of Camelot and the knights turn around and look up to the tower. In fact, there is an old man with his hands raised. It seems he is calling that storm!
Merlin is now fully focused. The cloud cover has finally closed. First lightnings have made their way through the air. He raises his voice and calls the word Wort "Tídrénas!" into the sky. First big drops of rain appear. Only a few, but they are getting more and more until it rains cats and dogs. As Merlin's eyes change his colour, he is already completely soaked.
The flames disappear gradually. Instead of dark smoke white steam is rising and cools the air noticeably. The people in the streets hardly believe their eyes. The old man on top of the tower has called that rain to fight the fires in the lower town. After a moment of silence they break into cheers and hugging each other. The fire is stopped, the lower town and the people are save. The knights, still stunned, are still looking up to the tower. Sir Leon looks around him. Big parts of the lower town are completely destroyed. Slowly the troops gather and follow the cheering people up to the castle into the courtyard. The old man dressed in black is with them. But he isn't cheering. He is grinning evil. He calls Merlin again in his mind. "Well done Merlin, well done. I knew you could do that. I did not expected something different from you. You always do exactly what is expected of you. Don't you?"