Tyche, slumbering, remained unaware of the events unfolding around her. This backlash of fate, however, proved to be a blessing in disguise, deepening her understanding and perception of the domain of destiny. Her previously stagnant divine positions of Opportunity and Choice showed promising signs of breakthrough.
This filled Tyche with delight, and she poured all her energy into studying these two divine positions, neglecting any news from the outside world.
Thirty days and nights passed in a blink of an eye. Under the care of Tethys and Asteria, the Invisible Island remained peaceful, allowing the tense subordinate gods to gradually relax.
The goddesses of vengeance and the rainbow goddesses clustered around Tethys and Kanas, quietly awaiting their divine mother's awakening.
Tyche emerged from the mist, having benefited from misfortune, and was immediately surrounded by her subordinate gods. The goddesses showed her great concern, their solicitous inquiries almost as if they were placing her on a pedestal.
After calming the excited emotions of her subordinates, Tyche welcomed the Oceanid into the divine palace. Tethys inquired about Tyche's injuries with concern. The goddess smiled and replied, "I am fine now. My eyes have fully recovered."
Looking at her daughter's deep blue eyes, restored to their former glory, Tethys embraced her with a heartache, gently stroking Tyche's long, dark brown hair. The goddess repeatedly admonished her daughter for being so impulsive. Tyche listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.
Seeing that her daughter had recovered, the busy Tethys became concerned about her other children in the deep sea. At Tyche's request, she brought precious golden fleece garments for her elder sisters and then returned to her temple in the sea.
Tyche, just awakening from a long slumber, felt exceptionally exhausted. Mustering her strength, she instructed her maids, and with a groggy head, immediately returned to her coral bed to catch up on sleep. Thirty days of intense focus had drained her spirit considerably, and even Tyche found it overwhelming. She slept until midnight, when the moon hung high in the sky.
Kanas had already learned of his mother's awakening from the goddesses, and vitality returned to the young man's face. While his mother was still asleep, Kanas took his wolf pack to the land for a hunt.
Tyche stretched lazily. As soon as she sat up, she heard the sound of dense bird calls. Curious, she followed the sound into the orchard and saw the tree nymphs meticulously polishing a bronze chariot. The white falcons that were to pull it made uneasy sounds under the nymphs' curious hands.
Philyra presented Tyche with fresh apples and apricots, softly explaining to her, "This is a gift from Prince Kanas."
Eating the sweet fruits, Tyche looked at the bronze chariot without comment. The speed of flight as an aurora was far faster than any chariot pulled by birds. Tyche, a staunch pragmatist, had always held a dismissive attitude towards such outwardly impressive but useless possessions.
"Where is Kanas?" Tyche asked casually, finishing the last apricot in her hand.
Philyra dared not conceal anything and truthfully reported Kanas's whereabouts.
Tyche couldn't understand why so many deities enjoyed hunting. In the face of divine power, even the most cunning and ferocious beasts could only flee and hide, which had always made Tyche uninterested in the activity. It was simply boring to fight against much weaker opponents.
Kanas's divine positions of tracking and hunting could indeed grant him strength during hunts, so Tyche did not restrain him. However, she hadn't expected the Wind God to become increasingly obsessed, spending almost all his free time hunting.
"We have no common ground," Tyche thought. "How can such a boring activity, akin to fishing, be so engaging for the male gods?"
Returning with a full haul, Kanas excitedly showed his mother his night's catch, especially a black panther. Its sleek, lustrous fur immediately caught Tyche's attention, and she couldn't resist reaching out to stroke the beast's powerful and beautiful body.
The Wind God unloaded various prey from the backs of the wolves, generously allowing the tree nymphs to choose freely. The nymphs, who had watched the Wind God grow up, did not stand on ceremony and gathered around in small groups.
The wolves obediently circled the nymphs, rolling on their backs like hounds seeking affection, and begging for meat from the nymphs' hands. The nymphs, who fed on dew and fruit, would give the unused meat to the wolves after they had their fill. These clever beasts were accustomed to this.
The valiant youth was met with his mother's complaints. After respectfully nodding, he continued to do as he pleased. After nagging for a while, Tyche shifted the topic to the bronze chariot, "It must have taken some effort to capture these white falcons, right?"
Kanas, who was heartily drinking mead, blinked in confusion at his mother's question. "This is a gift from the Sun God to you. I just brought it back."
Tyche, who had been feeling a little touched, suddenly frowned, looking at her carefree son with a headache. She almost had the urge to hit him.
Her relationship with Helios was already like an unsolvable tangle of ropes. This simple-minded child was only adding more knots to this mess. It was truly...
Speechless, Tyche sighed to the heavens. Was this the deficiency of single-parent family education?
Unable to articulate her thoughts, Tyche held her forehead in contemplation and decided to assign extra homework to this simple-minded fool.
"Kanas, you are not just the god of hunting and tracking! Your divine positions of Wind and Direction should also be promoted to intermediate divinity. It's time to focus your energy on these two positions."
Kanas laboriously swallowed the mutton in his mouth and asked with innocent, grayish-white eyes, "But I have to lead the way for the Sun God during the day, so I don't have free time?"
"Aren't you free at night? I will guide you in using the powers of wind and direction at night."
Tyche narrowed her eyes, looking at her innocent son. "If the gods know that the son of the Sky Goddess cannot yet skillfully master the divine position of wind, they will laugh at us."
She concluded with a definitive statement and clapped her hands with satisfaction. "Prepare yourself well. We will start tomorrow night."
The Wind God could only swallow his objections under his mother's threatening gaze.
Although she had called the bronze chariot's carriage impractical, when the goddesses of vengeance delivered the processed black panther hide, Tyche still placed it on the carriage, eliciting a chuckle from a rainbow goddess.
Kanas stood up at Eos's call and mounted his pure white Pegasus, preparing to leave. On the cliff to the north, after a fierce internal struggle, Tyche reluctantly ordered the white falcons to spread their wings.
The Wind God curiously followed his mother as they flew towards the eastern sky. Helios and Eos were already waiting there. Tyche greeted the Dawn Goddess and, feeling uncomfortable, met Helios's golden eyes, stiffly nodding in greeting.
"I've come to visit my friend, the Starry Night Goddess, and to bring Kanas," Tyche explained awkwardly. She was then momentarily blinded by the Sun God's brilliant smile and hastily added, "Thank you for your gift." She immediately pulled on the reins and fled.
The white falcons were well-trained and affectionately nudged up to Helios, begging for food. Then, at their mistress's urging, they pulled the chariot towards the heavens.