Memoriae of The Minerva (Ilyandriel) Part 1

You applaud slowly and with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Well done, heroes.” You chuckle, watching as the righteous certainty fades from the paladin at the head of this ragtag little band of would-be champions. “You found me.”
Resting both elbows on your knees, you lace your fingers together to rest your chin atop them. “What’s next, do you think?”
“You will surrender to the Justice of the People.” The paladin announces, brandishing his sword and steadying his shield. “Resign yourself to your Fate and you may yet leave this room alive, witch.”
You blink at him with growing amusement. “You don’t understand the gravity of your situation...”
The wizard wrings her grip on her staff, levelling it at you as though you should have something to fear from such a weapon. “There are six of us and only one of you, Ilyandriel. Don’t let your arrogance lead you to throw away your life here.”
With a heavy sigh, you lower your hands into your lap and lean back into your throne. “Alright, children. This game is beginning to bore me.” You make a shooing gesture with one hand, “I’ll leave the doors open for the next twenty seconds. I promise that you really would prefer to be on the other side of them when the sand has passed through the glass.”
“You think you can intimidate us?” The cleric of Apollo demands, stepping up alongside her paladin leader. “We’re not here to banter with a common villain.”
The ranger pulls the string of her bow tauter still. “You’re coming with us to the authorities.”
Flourishing her knives, the rogue flashes you a grin that doesn’t quite touch her eyes. “We’ll let you decide in how many pieces.”
“Eight seconds.” You announced distractedly, reaching back to raise the cowl of your robe with both hands. “Really children, you’re not making this a very sporting exercise.”
The paladin’s expression hardens. “Enough. Raquel, open fire.”
The ranger’s arrow zips forward, slamming into the spot just above your heart before shattering into a hundred tiny splinters as an arcane glow ripples outwards from the point of impact.
With a resigned sigh, you heave yourself to your feet and the doors slam shut behind the suddenly nervous adventurers. “You thought you could fight a living goddess with pointy sticks?” You scoff, “You’re quite fortunate that your hubris amuses me. I’ll make this quick.”
Flicking out a hand, you let the Word fall from your lips, “Veristrasz...”