"Ao brought balance to the world."
"The relationships between the gods were complex and mutually restraining; beside every behemoth, there were sufficient checks and balances. On the other side of the scales, there were always equal weights; every existence had an opponent that could restrain it."
Yager said softly, "With this balance, Ao secured a place for himself in this world. Under his influence, the laws split into Mount Celestia and the Abyss, and then it spiraled out of control."
"This balance was broken! The Abyss devoured many planes at a terrifying speed, while Mount Celestia could not gain the power to grow. The balance between good and evil was lost."
"To save itself, the laws, with their origin damaged, created Hell, hoping to divert the primal force of evil through it."
Tycha listened intently and asked, "Was it successful?"
"Half successful, half failed."
Yager sighed, "The manifested evil was indeed diverted, and the Abyss's growth was suppressed. However, this suppression could not last; it only slowed down the Abyss's growth rate. Ao also considered making changes, but before he could act, he changed his mind for reasons unknown." Kuai Shu Ge
"The imbalance was unavoidable. To prevent further deterioration, Ao guided the demons and devils to attack each other, further dividing order and chaos on the basis of good and evil. This is the origin of the Blood War in the Abyss, and the laws did their best to bring the Abyss's growth to a standstill."
Combining this with what Corellon had said, it was not difficult to conclude that the first Ao perished at this point.
Tycha pondered, looking up at the cold skull beneath Yager's black robe.
"Are you telling me this so that I will cooperate with the laws?"
Seeing Yager nod, Tycha smiled even more happily, "Then please tell the laws that I want to see their sincerity."
"Haven't you already received the laws' sincerity? Your creation, Messiah, became the new Demon Prince, and the Abyssal plane belonging to Orcus is all under your control."
"I thought this was a transaction."
Tycha interrupted Yager, "I paid three virtual godheads as the price and obtained the territory left by Orcus. I did not designate Orcus as the prey; your choice of Orcus was entirely out of your own selfishness. What does this have to do with the laws' sincerity?"
"Or is Your Highness Yager planning to fish in troubled waters and take from both sides?"
Even if the virtual godheads were lost, the lords of the Abyss could obtain new virtual godheads bestowed by the will of the Abyss in the shortest possible time! The layers of Abyssal planes were like hens that laid golden eggs, but Yager and Shar, who were eager to become ancient gods, did not have time to cultivate them carefully and wait for the harvest. They could only kill the hen for the eggs.
However, Tycha did not have such an urgent desire for virtual godheads. She took over the territories of the deceased masters, nurtured new lords of the Abyss, and when they grew to a certain extent, she would harvest them!
In Tycha's eyes, these chaotic Abyssal planes were her capital to win over powerful deities. Whether it was to gain their support to resist Ao or to harvest primal forces to weaken the laws, it would have a miraculous effect.
Yager, losing face, mumbled vaguely and left in a hurry, citing the need to renegotiate with the laws.
However, Tycha could not rest. The lack of Messiah's subjective consciousness was an irreparable flaw. Facing the restless neighbors, Messiah could not handle them. Without Tycha's avatar assisting from the side, it was hard to say how much of the acquired territory could be kept.
The material plane was also not peaceful; Mystra had become somewhat obsessed! Selûne and Shar were elusive. On the rare occasions they attended gatherings, they only spoke meaningless pleasantries, but this instead put unspeakable pressure on Mystra!
An invisible whip urged her on. To obtain more virtual godheads, Mystra concentrated the power of the magic pantheon to attack the Abyss.
Tycha had also advised her not to rush, but Mystra did not listen at all. Every time they met, she only tried to persuade Tycha to invest more in her. Whether it was because the existing virtual godheads could no longer satisfy her appetite, or to create obstacles for her competitors, Mystra was no longer communicating normally.
Upon hearing that Corellon had become an ancient god, Mystra could still calm down and think, believing that the action of hunting lords of the Abyss should be more secretive and cautious.
But now Mystra had overturned her plan and was openly attacking the Abyss. She no longer cared about Ao, desperately squeezing her power to attack the Abyss, and even disregarded the successive fall of her subordinate god avatars.
"What's wrong with Your Highness Mystra?"
Waukeen actively approached Tycha to inquire. The three goddesses had formed a secret alliance. Waukeen initially agreed with Mystra's plan to attack the Abyss. She would never forget the humiliation Graz'zt had brought her.
However, things did not go as Waukeen had expected; Mystra's eagerness for quick success caught her off guard. After her dispatched avatar fell, Waukeen refused to board Mystra's ship under any circumstances. Fortunately, her oath clearly stated that she could remain neutral in wars involving deities of the middle power or higher, otherwise, her losses would have been immense.
After refusing to invest more resources, Waukeen clearly felt that Mystra's attitude towards her was not as close as before.
In this regard, Waukeen naturally wanted to understand the reason for Mystra's abnormality.
"Your Highness Waukeen, our cooperation has always been pleasant."
Tycha spoke enigmatically, "That's why I advised you not to inquire about these matters. Knowing them will only bring you more trouble than not knowing."
So many major events had happened during this period. Tycha, in alliance with the Triad of Justice, had dealt a heavy blow to Lolth, who had just been promoted to a powerful deity; the orcs' advance into the North had ignited war; Shaundakul, in alliance with Laogzed, had backstabbed Silvanus and been counter-killed; Corellon's promotion to an ancient god had made him a being admired by all gods.
These world-altering events had occurred one after another, and many people had not even realized that things had already become a foregone conclusion.
Waukeen, having experienced great storms, had never seen such a situation before.
When merchants see no profit, they naturally do not lack a sense of danger. Waukeen felt a sense of dread, as if a disaster even greater than the Spellplague was about to sweep across the land.
"Thank you for your reminder." Waukeen could no longer sit still. After a moment of hesitation, she still asked for Tycha's opinion.
"Your Highness Tycha, your benevolence and wisdom are praised by all sentient beings, and even the Triad of Justice pales in comparison before you."
"Do I have the honor of receiving your guidance to find a way to safely weather this storm?"
Tycha shook her head and sighed, "Let alone me, even Corellon, who has become an ancient god, does not have full confidence in his own preservation!"