[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Not today, but sometime soon," Merlin tells him with a forced smile. They're all so near now, she can feel them, fourteen souls who could not be more different, all come together here, under her supervision, to murder each other. While she could technically... probably... keep them waiting forever, she does have a job to do at the end of the day.

"Erik," she says turning to the young man who towers over her. "If you could gather up the rest of the snacks and bring them downstairs to the table, that would be great."

Nothing for it, it's time to let everyone in. Her Command Spell wouldn't bind them forever, anyway.

With sadness, the great wizard lifts the veil on her bounded field, allowing the chosen fourteen inside.