"Everild." Hecate looked down at Everild, stepping on his chest.
"Ah, the great Hecate of the Underworld is here." Everild's smile widened. "May I know what consequences I might face for this?"
"Even though I cannot take the blessing of water from someone who has been blessed by the unknown...I shall remove something that holds greater power than your blessing..." Hecate frowned as the air was getting colder and colder.
"I will gladly accept the punishment."
Hecate looked at the two heirs. "Heirs of Athena, you two are called as well..." She then walked towards the stairway. "Follow me." Without any effort, she opened the way out as if she opened the curtains.
In the Hall of Metis, in Phoebe's office, the heirs, as well as Hecate and Everild were called. Phoebe was sitting on her grand chair, staring down at Everild.
