Perhaps it was due to the once - held divinity of temperature, this incomplete Entropy Divinity did not spurn Tyche.
The authority of entropy was sufficient to elevate Tyche to the position of a creator god. Of course, this was under the condition that this divinity was intact. And the missing part was not far away; it was that white frost carrying an aura of death!
Tyche did not believe that the World Consciousness was unaware of the preciousness of this divinity. Even in its incomplete state, its value far exceeded that of the World Tree and the Magic Net.
From this calculation, either this divinity had little significant use for the World Consciousness anymore, or there were troubles behind this divinity that even the World Consciousness could not handle. This was yet another case of diverting the trouble elsewhere!
Tyche was not quite sure whether it was the former or the latter, or perhaps both. But once something was swallowed, it could not be spat out again. Tyche calculated that she should hold on tightly to this world, as in either situation, there would be someone to share the burden.
The Magic Net expanded, devouring chaotic energy to strengthen itself, adding an extra layer of insurance to Tyche's plan of clinging to a powerful force.
Since the World Consciousness could so easily present the Entropy Divinity, there must be many similar treasures within it. Otherwise, it would not have reached such a prompt agreement in the transaction. Tyche's greed was piqued, and she prepared to see if there was an opportunity to make a fortune.
The once - again silent World Consciousness did not prevent the expansion of the Magic Net and fell into a deep sleep in the River of Origin.
All spellcasters felt that some indescribable changes were quietly taking place and looked up at the brilliant starry sky together.
The astrologers were horrified to find that the future indicated by the stars had changed. The omen of the white frost bringing about the end of the world had become blurred, as if it had been pushed far into the future.
In any case, such a result was good. After the initial joy, the sorcerers turned their targets to their enemies. The controlled kings started waging wars against each other again, and the precarious peace was ultimately shattered.
And Tyche, who had caused all this, clapped her hands and walked out of the brightly - lit high tower. Another witcher, Eskel, was looking at the completely renewed castle with a look of surprise and doubt. When he saw Tyche arrive, this simple - looking witcher asked in disbelief, "Hello, madam. Is this Kaer Morhen?"
Tyche waved her hand to open a portal. After reaching an agreement with the World Consciousness, these spells were no longer obstacles. Thus, she demonstrated her identity as a mage to patch up any potential doubts, lest she follow the same path as the berserker - like Gandalf.
Lambert, with a face full of question marks, fell through the horizontally - opening portal. His leather armor had been replaced with a brown fur winter coat. Seeing Eskel's arrival, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "Old buddy, you're finally back!"
Lambert was left to explain the rest. Tyche turned around and opened a portal leading to the top of Mount Blue. She entered the hot spring to relieve the fatigue accumulated from immersing herself in books for two consecutive days.
When Tyche, with rosy and shiny cheeks, returned to the castle again, Vesemir had also appeared. The three witchers had furrowed brows, seemingly worried about something.
"What's wrong? Did your brother bring back bad news?"
Tyche looked at Lambert, whose face still looked unpleasant. This made Tyche also put away her smile and asked softly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Geralt almost died near Brokilon. His old flame, Triss Merigold, saved him. It is said that the female sorceress also escaped in a very sorry state. The ones chasing them were the Wild Hunt!"
Lambert fell silent for a moment and then slowly said, "And the target of the Wild Hunt was Ciri. She burst out with powerful strength due to grief, dragging the soldiers of the Wild Hunt into spatial rifts, leaving no trace of them, and Ciri herself also disappeared!"
"The Elven Queen, Francesca Findabair, saved Geralt and Triss. They are now receiving treatment in the territory of the Dryad Queen, Eithne Silver - Eye, but Eithne specifically wants to see you!"
Tyche raised an eyebrow, "Oh, the dryads spread news so fast. I also really want to meet this queen."
Seeing that Tyche did not refuse, the three witchers all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where are they?"
Eskel said in a deep voice, "Dun Carreg, the Land of Oaks."
Through the portal, the four of them arrived at a forest filled with tall oak trees.
Scattered springs were dotted under the green shade, and visible water vapor rose from the springs, splitting the sunlight into scattered rainbows. The moss on the bank was surprisingly lush, faintly glowing green, and the last remaining witcher of the Wolf School was sleeping on this moss.
The dryads watched this group of uninvited guests warily. They stood in front of the steaming hot spring and helped Queen Eithne put on a leaf - like long dress.
The Dryad Queen rose from the hot spring, wearing a linen long dress. Her silver hair and eyes made her look full of mystery. The dappled sunlight cast a halo on her smooth silver hair, making it shine brilliantly in the dim tree shadows.
The first thing Tyche noticed was not the beauty of Queen Eithne but the vines that had been stirring the moment she and the three witchers arrived here.
This lady was truly worthy of the title of Dryad Queen. Natural energy was close to her and obeyed her commands. Tyche dared to bet that even if four fully - fit witchers joined forces, they might not be able to touch the hem of this queen's garment. This favorite of nature was almost invincible in the forest.
"Retreat. I think this is a misunderstanding."
Eithne waved the dryads away, and the spreading vines on the ground also retracted.
The queen bowed slightly and said, "Honored guests, please follow me. There are places in this forest that can entertain guests."
Eithne led the guests to a treehouse, where a brown - haired female sorceress was already waiting there. The female sorceress looked at the three witchers with great joy and ran down the spiral staircase, "Eskel! Vesemir! Oh, and you, Lambert!"
The first two hugged this gentle female sorceress and whispered some comforting words; while Lambert nodded indifferently, "Merrigold."
The female sorceress Triss frowned slightly and said helplessly, "Don't call me Merrigold. I'm Triss."
Tyche noticed the scabs on the female sorceress's face and arms, and the beautiful brown - red long hair still had traces of scorching, as if she had gone through a fierce battle.
Triss also noticed Tyche's scrutinizing gaze and responded with a friendly nod.
Everyone took their seats. Queen Eithne first introduced Geralt's injuries to the witchers.
"When Francesca brought him to me, I almost thought he was dead."
"His bones were more fragile than lifeless tree branches. His ribs and spine were completely broken, and he had completely lost his ability to move. It was a miracle that he was still breathing."
The dryads did not like humans. Or rather, except for the elves who shared the same origin with them, they equally did not welcome all other species. Therefore, Queen Eithne did not pay special attention to the witchers. Her tone was more of an objective description rather than one filled with emotions.
"Francesca seldom asks me for help. My people have spared no effort to pull him back from the brink of death."
Hearing that Geralt was out of danger, the witchers all breathed a sigh of relief.
Vesemir was about to express his gratitude to this cold - hearted queen when Eithne turned her gaze to the calm Tyche.
After a long silence, Eithne spoke, "Respected Maia, I have no intention of prying into the purpose of your visit, but we have grown accustomed to life here and no longer harbor the illusion of returning to Middle - Earth."
Tyche was not surprised. These dryads were not the ones born in Middle - Earth. They had been assimilated by this world. The dryads under Mount Blue were all dressed in leaves. Needless to say, the treehouses above their heads. And looking at the treatment Queen Eithne received, it was obvious that the World Consciousness must have invested a great deal in her.
"This is your own choice, and I have no intention of interfering."
Tyche never thought that after putting on the identity of a Maia, she could make arbitrary demands on the dryads. Time could erode many things. As a deity, Tyche was deeply aware of this. The old dryad still firmly held the belief of returning home, which was already enough to surprise Tyche. How much attachment could these dryads, who had never seen Middle - Earth, have for that homeland that only existed in stories?
"Do the sorceresses in the Valley of the Flowers think so too?"
Eithne nodded slightly and did not elaborate much.
After opening the portal again, when they returned to Kaer Morhen, there was an unconscious Geralt and the female sorceress Triss.
Geralt's injuries were no longer serious. He just needed to rest quietly for a period of time to recover. And Triss, having nothing else to do for the time being, approached Tyche and started to exchange ideas about spells.
The female sorceress was not visiting Kaer Morhen for the first time. Such obvious changes could not have escaped her notice. After learning that all this was Tyche's doing, she immediately put Geralt aside and asked Tyche how she had achieved such powerful transformation magic.
Tyche also had the idea of spreading the faith of the Goddess of Magic in this world. The two hit it off immediately. Tyche introduced the existence of the Magic Net and spell slots to Triss in the name of Mystra.
The way the sorcerers in this world used magic could not be considered sophisticated. Except for the elven sages who could have almost eternal lives, other races of spellcasters, although they had a much longer lifespan than ordinary people under the erosion of magical energy, would eventually have to endure the torments of aging and death. Although they could transform into monsters like wraiths after death, these spellcasters were unwilling to accept the loss of self - awareness or other side effects. So most sorcerers would covet power and sensory pleasures and serve the nobles.
The bodies of sorcerers were not much different from those of ordinary people, and were even inferior to a trained soldier. Diseases, wound infections, or even an arrow could threaten their lives.
Triss, soaking in the hot spring, said with a somewhat depressed look on her face, "My potions are among the best among female sorceresses, but unfortunately, I'm allergic to magic. I can hardly use any potions and most talismans."
"Fire elements seem to take a special fancy to you. They are expressing their dissatisfaction in this way."
Tyche fiddled with the water splashes and comforted the depressed Triss with a smile.
The female sorceress was indeed a very suitable conversation partner. The gentle Triss did not have the arrogance that most spellcasters had. She was really kind. In Tyche's opinion, she deserved to meet someone better, rather than interfering between Geralt and Yennefer and getting an unflattering reputation.
"Can you get in touch with the other members of the Sorceress' Circle?"
Tyche thought that since one sheep was as good as two, she might as well make the Magic Net system public. As long as someone used a spell slot, a part of their mental power would connect to Mystra, the essence of the Magic Net, and provide assistance for her awakening. This could also save her time.
Triss's brown hair floated in the water, and she looked at Tyche with some surprise.
"I can get in touch with some of them, but they may not be in the mood to talk to you."
The coup on the Isle of Thanedd had destroyed the sorceresses' credibility. Most sorceresses had become wanted criminals, which made the witch - hunters act more rampant than ever. With the support of the lords, they hunted the once - high - and - mighty sorceresses.
When they arrived at Triss's residence, the female sorceress began to install a telescope to contact her colleagues. Most of the proud sorceresses responded to Triss's call, but they did not have enough trust in the unknown Tyche.
Philippa Eilhart even directly turned off the telescope. This sorceress was very arrogant. She did not believe in the novel and powerful magic described by Triss. The sorceresses left one by one, leaving only Kaira Metz, Artaud Terranova, and Francesca willing to accept the new magic.
The latter two were curious because of Tyche's identity as a Maia. They had the blood of Middle - Earth flowing in their veins and were curious about the spell - casting system from a distant world. As for the former, it was entirely due to Triss's personal credibility.
There was still one sorceress who couldn't be contacted - Yennefer. It was said that she was looking for her adopted daughter Ciri and had no time at the moment.
Tyche did not waste any words and used a dream to gather the four sorceresses together.
The connection through the telescope could not be maintained for too long, and the images were somewhat different from the real scenes, which was not very suitable for teaching.
In the bright underwater temple, the sorceresses appeared one after another. Triss, looking at the swimming fish in front of her, couldn't help but reach out her hand to touch the separated water screen. The agile fish turned around and swam away quickly, soon disappearing from Triss's sight.
The Magic Net connected to the four sorceresses. Some spell models were captured by their already extraordinary mental power, and they were trying to fill them with magic power and release them.
Tyche sat quietly. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, and the grass under her feet rustled. The water screen faded away, and the scene shifted to the grassland. The clouds in the sky began to move rapidly, and the shadows under the sunlight also started to dance.
The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, the chirping of insects, and a heavy heartbeat sound were superimposed together, forming a beautiful melody, as if telling some kind of law.
For a moment, the sorceresses all felt an indescribable pleasure in their hearts. They were all powerful sorceresses and naturally had keen perception abilities. Colorful energy streams were almost visible to the naked eye, shuttling among the trees, in the water, and in the wind, forming a large net after circling and intersecting.
The chaotic and violent magical energy became docile. The sorceresses felt as if even the air had become clearer. They stopped exploring the essence of this large net and enjoyed the peace in this long - missed comfort.