The following quote is actually from Castle of Wizardry, not Enchanters’ End Game, but it’s a nice summary of how things stand as we get to the last book of the Belgariad series.
He would meet Torak alone. Mandorallen or Barak or Hettar could not come to his aid with their superior skill at swordsmanship; Belgarath or Aunt Pol could not intercede for him with sorcery; Silk would not be able to devise some clever ruse to allow him to escape. Titanic and enraged, the Dark God would rush upon him, eager for blood.
The pieces are in place: Belgarath and Belgarion are tramping across Mallorea towards a final confrontation with Torak, the Dark God, who is slowly stirring from his sleep after Belgarion’s coronation. Ce’Nedra, Belgarion’s betrothed, is fulfilling her part of the prophecy by raising the armies of the West as war draws closer. There is a quiet reservation from those informed that what will be will be, as it is all dictated by prophecy. The war kicks off, valiant deeds are done. The hero pieces are moved across the board by a variety of hands for the final confrontation. The final confrontation runs essentially to course, as could have been predicted. (I’m avoiding some of the more explicit details, as I’m sure the worst thing after wading through fifteen hundred pages is having the ending spoiled by a blog post.)
The resolution is good, I’ll leave it at that.