Rhea watched the mysterious Tyche, and the goddess of fate smiled, saying, "Tyche and I swore by the Styx that we could not reveal it to a third person. You just need to understand that I will not tell anyone your secret. If you don't believe me, wake him up and ask him yourself. Anyway, I don't want to go back to the abyss again."
Tyche met Rhea's cold eyes with utmost seriousness, "Not to mention facing you. 'Darkened and three times stronger' is not just a saying. I'm afraid of you."
Carefully opening the door and walking out, Tyche's taut nerves gradually relaxed. Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, the goddess immediately opened a portal and returned to the Invisible Island. Before leaving, Tyche couldn't help but look back at the solemn Temple of Time, shedding crocodile tears for Kronos in her heart. How to say it, isn't this self-inflicted? If this couple could communicate honestly, none of this would have happened.
Returning to the temple, Tyche's last trace of worry vanished. The deterrence of the Styx oath guaranteed that the content could not be told to anyone. This was thanks to Kronos's suspicion and caution. Rhea could only get the information that she couldn't kill herself from Kronos. The mad queen would never accept the outcome of her lover falling into the abyss, so her own safety was still guaranteed.
Tyche recalled Rhea's various mad actions and felt a sense of awe. Thinking about it now, it was no wonder that when this couple appeared together, only one person spoke, and they never spoke at the same time. Rhea's power was entirely used to resist Kronos's correction by time. Their consciousness could not exist simultaneously for a long time, which was also the reason Rhea fabricated the lie of reaching an agreement with Kronos to share the origin of time.
Rhea's love had twisted into possessiveness through long suspicion. Perhaps her understanding of love was wrong from the beginning. The fear of Uranus had given rise to her pathological feelings for Kronos. Tyche sighed. Although it was chilling, Rhea's persistence was also admirable. If she had used one percent of her feelings for Kronos to resist Uranus, the goddess of the sky would have been replaced long ago. Fate, it is both a solemn tragedy and a dumbfounding comedy. Tyche's heart churned. What was certain now was that Rhea had devoured Kronos. If it weren't for the need to forcibly retain Kronos, who should not have existed at this point in time, Rhea would probably have been the strongest below the five primordial gods.
Tyche still held reservations about what the Queen had said. This goddess, the most skilled pretender she had ever seen, made it impossible not to believe her. Lies mixed with truth were the hardest to distinguish. Fortunately, all of this would have nothing to do with her, Tyche thought, and turned her attention back to the gap between the abyss and the earth. Under the leadership of the god of sleep and the god of death, Nyx's children had already packed everything and settled down.
Tyche knew that what she had done could not be hidden from Gaia's eyes. The reason the Earth Goddess remained silent was that she could not guess her reasons for doing so, coupled with the invisible deterrence brought by the intervention of the Goddess of Night. However, the Earth Mother's patience was limited. Once she discovered that she was helping the abyss gain emotions, her hostility was inevitable. Fortunately, the Silver Humans and Bronze Humans had not yet appeared. The souls of the dead would return to their origins, and no one knew the infinite potential hidden within the weak bodies of humans. "It's just that my time is running out," Tyche told herself anxiously. After careful consideration and repeated deliberation, Tyche made her decision! The Rainbow Goddess Iris, carrying an invitation from the main god, arrived in the sky to send greetings to the brilliant Goddess of Starry Night. Astraea immediately followed her friend's messenger to the Invisible Island. Tyche waited in the temple. The maids had long been ordered by the main god not to approach. The goddess even used her divine power over the sky to constantly monitor the island for any unusual activity. Tyche, with a solemn expression, managed to force a smile when she saw her friend, which made Astraea very worried. She asked in a low voice, "Tyche, have your injuries not healed yet?" Tyche shook her head and did not answer. She held her friend's hand and asked, "My friend Astraea, please help me." The Goddess of Starry Night also realized something and said in a deep voice, "You know I will. In return for the divine position of death magic, I promised to help you with all my might three times." "Please tell your mother, the Oracle Goddess Phoebe! I am willing to pay a part of the temporal order, the divine position of autumn, as a price for her help." "I will beg my mother for her consent," Astraea nodded without hesitation, indicating that she would do her best to persuade her mother to act. Only then did Tyche relax and shake her head under the worried gaze of the Goddess of Starry Night, "The King of the Gods owes me something. I need the help of the gods of fate to jointly retrieve the reward he promised me." Astraea's worry did not dissipate after her friend's explanation. The Goddess of Starry Night returned to the temple with a frown, and soon after, accompanied by her mother, the Oracle Goddess, came to Tyche's territory. As soon as they met, Tyche took out the divine position of autumn and handed it to Phoebe. The Oracle Goddess shook her head and did not accept this deserved price, "I have already foreseen what you intend to do. Being able to participate and provide help is the best reward." Tyche did not waste time and took back the divine position of autumn. Waving her hand, she opened the teleportation gate to the gap. Under the intentional concealment of the abyss, the three goddesses of fate avoided Nyx's children and arrived at the deepest part of Tartarus. A black-haired goddess had already set up an altar. The Goddess of Starry Night sensed the same divinity on her and her friend, and exclaimed in surprise. Tyche explained, "This is Styx, the goddess of secrets and destiny." Styx smiled and greeted Astraea. The Goddess of Starry Night was even more surprised, her eyes darting between the two similar goddesses, about to question her friend, but was stopped by her mother's gaze. The four goddesses stood on the altar. Phoebe and Styx circled around Tyche, while Astraea assisted from the side. The goddesses invoked the power of the origin of fate. In the calls of the gods of fate, the calm River of Fate responded to the call. The River of Fate penetrated the abyss's blockade, revealing the origin submerged in the water to the goddesses. As the river parted, a golden, shimmering spinning wheel appeared before the goddesses. The three goddesses of fate, representing the past, present, and future, approached the spinning wheel. Phoebe took out the spindle and handed it to Styx. The goddess of past destiny, understanding, took countless fine threads from the river and spun them together. The goddess of present opportunity sat at the spinning wheel and threaded the threads spun by Styx into different holes on the spinning wheel. The threads intertwined around different holes, some scattering at a touch, others tangling together to form intricate knots. The goddess of future prophecy picked up the golden scissors and cut off the knots that could not be untangled, marking the abrupt end of the fate of the beings they represented.