Hecate took the Golden Fleece scroll from Tyche, marveling at its magical properties.
The goddess understood how to use this gift, the spell on the parchment being the Finite Wish, and the clever Hecate soon grasped its workings.
The sorceress goddess spread the scroll over the golden goblet and whispered, "I desire a cup of fine wine."
She then lifted the scroll, and a cup of mead appeared in the previously empty goblet.
Hecate conjured various delicacies with the scroll until the magical aura of the Golden Fleece dimmed, and she stopped, still wanting more.
Tyche smiled and said, "Its power takes seven days and nights to recover naturally. You can also use divine power to speed up its recovery."
Hecate rose and bowed, thanking Tyche for her generous gift. The goddess helped Hecate up and cautioned, "This is merely an introduction to your divine office of prayer. You still have a long way to go."
Astrea, standing nearby, gratefully thanked her friend for her help and confidently left her daughter to be taught by Tyche on the Invisible Island, returning to the heavens to adorn the night with starlight.
Tyche also diligently instructed Hecate, "Sorceress goddess who holds the divine office of curses, all gifts bestowed by fate are marked with a price in the dark. The same applies to the use of prayer's power. If you use and squander this power without restraint, being disfavored by fate and losing it will be the inevitable outcome!"
"Similarly, using the power of curses also comes with a price. The harm inflicted by the caster will be returned one day, and the suffering of the cursed will manifest upon the caster! Therefore, you must use this part of your power with caution."
With that, Tyche opened a passage to the Underworld and led the four goddesses to the bank of the River of Obsession.
Gazing at the souls on the river's surface, they showed no fear at the arrival of the goddesses, staring blankly at the phantoms in the water, tears flowing from their lifeless eyes into the river, yet unable to stir a ripple.
Tyche turned to Hecate and said, "Go, and bring release to these souls who are unwilling to depart."
Hecate nodded, approached a female soul shedding bloody tears, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me your obsession that you cannot relinquish, and entrust it to me."
The power of necromancy awakened the dazed soul, which immediately noticed the radiant goddess. The soul prostrated itself before Hecate, recounting its earthly experiences to the goddess in its pain.
"Merciful goddess, please let me see my husband and children one more time!"
The woman had died in the temporal turbulence caused by the battle between the King of the Gods and his consort. Although the Goddess of Justice had protected the golden humans left at the divine mountain, the woman, who had gone out to forage, did not have time to return to the divine mountain.
Hecate's connection to fate, inherited from her mother and maternal grandmother, linked her to the woman's karma. The goddess's gaze fell upon the foot of Mount Othrys.
Prometheus the Foreseer protected his creations, and the first generation of humans lived happily, free from want. They had long lifespans and did not age; even the arrival of death brought them no pain, appearing to them as a peaceful slumber.
Hecate soon found the woman's husband and children. She opened her eyes with a heavy heart and sighed, "They are already on their way to accompany you."
Souls, guided by the laws, would arrive in the Underworld, but there were still souls lingering in the mortal world, fearful of the dark Underworld and unwilling to leave, wandering the earth.
Following the goddess's guidance, the two souls arrived in the gloomy Underworld. The husband immediately spotted his wife before the goddess and called out to her in surprise. The couple, separated for a long time, were reunited once more.
A wisp of pure white divine power coiled around Hecate's fingertip. This faint divine power, however, allowed Hecate to see a glimmer of hope, and the ominous aura that surrounded the goddess gradually became clear and peaceful.
Tyche smiled and applauded Hecate, remarking that the goddess's talent was no less than Zeus's, and Phoebe had found a worthy successor.
Hecate continued to remain by the River of Obsession, bringing release to souls. Tyche, with the Furies, arrived at Purgatory. The goddesses heard the wailing from afar. The Furies exchanged glances, and Alekto, filled with pain and unease, asked, "Your Highness Tyche, is this Purgatory?"
Tyche nodded, "The suffering, torment, and punishment you were bestowed were born from this. From now on, you will manage Purgatory for me. The Underworld will be very busy in the near future, and if no one guards it, souls might escape."
"If necessary, you can request assistance from Styx, the goddess of fate in the River of Obsession. She is trustworthy."
The Furies eagerly agreed. Before leaving, Tyche reminded her subordinate deities, "Do not be controlled by the power of your divine offices. Remember, you are the masters of your divine offices!"
Nyx's children hid in a cave. Their mother, who resided in the River of Forgetfulness, provided them with a great sense of security, and they were more than satisfied with their current situation.
Tyche, alone, encountered Thanatos, the god of death. The god, with his black wings, entered the dreams of mortals with the help of his twin brother, bringing death in their dreams.
Thanatos bowed to Tyche, who nodded gently in response. The goddess asked, "Thanatos, why do you not bring the departed souls to the Underworld?"
Thanatos drooped his face and replied helplessly, "It is not due to my laziness, Your Highness Tyche." The god of death complained dejectedly, "The golden humans live peacefully under Prometheus's protection. Their numbers are constantly growing, far exceeding what I can manage."
"So you wouldn't mind if someone helped you share this responsibility?" Tyche asked with a smile. "I believe there is a deity who would be very suitable to undertake the responsibility of guiding souls back to the Underworld."
Thanatos was puzzled, "Your Highness, guiding souls is a very tedious task, with almost no time for rest. Who would be willing to give up the pleasures of the divine mountain to come to the gloomy underworld?"
Tyche smiled even more happily, "So you are willing to accept a new deity in the realm of death."
The god of death nodded, "As long as this deity is willing to endure endless busyness, I will not mind."
The goddess smiled without speaking and opened a portal to the sky.
Selene drove her moon-drawn chariot across the sky. Tyche did not disturb her work and leisurely flew towards the brightest star in the north.
The North Star shone brilliantly. The star goddess Astraea and the god of the starry sky Astraeus had both ceded their dominion over this bright star to Kanas. The god of disaster built his temple on this crystal-like star. The ocean goddesses sent him springs that converged into small rivers, and the green grass on the banks was lush, with flocks of sheep grazing under the watch of wolves.