[Suzerain of Sheol]

The circle is prepared, a task of rote precision for her, impossible to get wrong. Woven of divine Words forced to conform into sublime equations, it is a perfection of magecraft, self-reinforcing. Leila carefully places the dagger in the center of the construct, its fetid aura almost palpable in the still air.

Tracing over the scar of foreign magic branded into her hand, Leila uses the Command Seals to ground herself for the ritual. Her voice, normally so reserved in university halls, cries out with authority.

"Heed my words, for I am the speaker of the Truth Ineffable. I set aside all good in the world, and turn my back upon all evil in the world! My will creates the Logos, my soul expresses the Kosmos, I give voice through the Grail and bind you to my purpose! Accursed spirit, rise to my call and let us ascend to the Absolute! I pronounce perfection through the Circle of Godhead! Enter the axis of Time and be bound to my command!"