Hecate thought about it, there forces could be enough. Ares, Eris, Aphrodite…perhaps Hephaestus(after all the love goddess and the smith god where on better terms then myth allowed) , Ker, Morose, Eris’ children, she had to force her self to stop thinking, the list was the thing of nightmares. But more was the pause in her friends words, the broken fragments that drew her out of her own mind “What do you mean?” she asked not understanding her friends thought process.