Down in Hell, Soul Man zaps into one of the Round Table's chairs and glances around uneasily. The other three seats are occupied by a Grimlock, a Banshee, and something with claws and no mouth. Piper speechifies about a new world order, but Morgaunt interrupts to remind her that he must administer the loyalty oath before they can proceed with her plans. Piper waves a hand around all, "Have at it." Morgaunt instructs the demons to place their left hands on the points of the pentagram. The stupid demons obediently comply with his request. Morgaunt then chants some Craptin along the lines of "Beraxus cotra mierra!" A searing yellow light shoots from his left hand into and around the pentagram, following the deep grooves engraved in the tabletop. As the light reaches each point on the star, it somehow ensnares and paralyzes each demon present. Once the demons have been trapped, Morgaunt continues, "Supreme demonic powers: Leave your hosts and find a new home in this willing heart." A second bolt of energy whips from his hand in a direct line across the table, again following the outline of the star, and the Grimlock vanishes in a flare, howling. The bolt, having snatched up whatever powers that demon possessed, shoots across the table to engulf next the Banshee, then Soul Man, and, finally, that mouthless thing with the claws. Once the demons have vanished, the bolt shoots down the fifth and final side of the star and reenters Morgaunt's body. He flares up and collapses back in his chair. Dude, that was wicked cool.
"You vanquished my knights," Piper shrieks. "Why?" By way of response, Morgaunt wiggles his fingers around, and Excalibur tears itself out of Piper's grip and drifts across the room to settle in his. "[I'm] fulfilling my centuries-old quest to control Excalibur," Morgaunt calmly explains. "But it belongs to me," Piper protests, still clueless. "No," he corrects her, rising, "it never did, but thanks to you and the combined powers of your knights, it now belongs to me -- The Ultimate Power. All that remains to do," he exposits, "is to eliminate the true recipient of Excalibur before he grows old enough to fulfill his destiny as the son of a Charmed One." "You can't hurt him," Piper insists, backing away from Morgaunt and beginning to freak. "He's protected." "I couldn't before, but I can with this," Morgaunt counters, and he runs Piper through with the blade. Piper gasps in shock as the camera pans to take in the bloody expanse of metal protruding from her back. Morgaunt rips the sword back out of her body, and rises to smirk his way into the final commercial break.