"I should probably step into the Frequential Helix realm now," Grey muttered, a sharp grin tugging at his lips.
His foundation wasn't just restored; it was utterly flawless. Thanks to his Endless Potential Physique, a grueling recovery that would have cost other prodigies decades, or even centuries, had taken him mere days. And he hadn't even needed to dip into his stash of Foundation Keys to artificially accelerate the process.
"Speaking of Foundation Keys..." Grey asked, casually glancing at the empty air beside him. "Where do they even come from?"
"They naturally fall from the World Tree," Eterna replied, materializing smoothly beside him.
"The World Tree?" Grey raised an eyebrow, his interest instantly piqued. "Now that sounds like a place absolutely worth visiting."
The World Tree was the ancestral cradle of the Elven race, a mythical place dripping with ancient secrets. Grey reached out with his mind. 'What exactly are you hiding in that tree, Origin Will?'
