CHAPTER 236: Frame Realm
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Shurianne shook her head, pulling her thoughts back to the present. She then asked, confused, "Anyone with the knowledge and the right combination of passive skills could synthesize a FRAME with enough time and effort. So, what makes Alpha Primes special?"
The Commander let out a slight smile before saying, "Weren't you always curious about the Hidden Space Realms when you were a kid? They come into play now. Of the twenty-four discovered so far, three cannot be accessed unless specific requirements are met.
One of these is a Hidden Space Realm with numerous resources and environments that accelerate the development of passive skills and FRAMES, which is why it came to be known as the 'Frame Realm.'"
Shurianne's eyes widened with curiosity. She leaned in closer, eager to hear more. The Commander's voice, rich with the weight of ancient lore, began to unveil a hidden truth.
"The only requirement to enter the Frame Realm is to possess the title of an Alpha Prime. Aside from that, there is no way around it. Even the Fiend Overlord and Sentinel Overlord were unable to forcibly enter those realms."
Shurianne's mouth fell open in awe. "There exists such a mystical Realm?"
The Commander gazed into the emptiness of space, his eyes distant, as if attempting to grasp the vastness of the Universe.
"Anything from the Prehistoric Era is not simple. We have yet to unravel its mysteries, and to this day, no one knows exactly how it ended."
Shurianne nodded as she digested the load of information. Her mind raced with the implications of what she had just learned.
She then once again put forth one last query, a confirmation to be more accurate. "You mentioned that Lord Dutan was once an Alpha Prime and later became a Grade-10 Innate Talent user, an Omega Chosen. Does the Frame Realm have anything to do with it?"
The Commander nodded in agreement, his expression alight with a sense of wonder. "Indeed. As long as an Alpha Prime synthesizes a Crown-Class FRAME and develops it to its limit, they are given the opportunity within the Frame Realm to awaken a Grade-10 Innate Talent. As for the specifics, even I am unaware."
Shurianne's heart pounded with excitement and awe. She had heard stories of some miracle treasures that could change one's Innate Talent grade, but in the end, they were just myths, something that everyone across the Universe could only reluctantly conclude after countless years of no sighting of such a treasure.
Although she had guessed it, it still was a mind-opener to learn of a way to improve the grade of one's Innate Talent.
Still reeling from the shock, Shurianne watched as a Tier-8 Sentinel approached them with purposeful strides. Her Great Grandfather, sensing the need for clarity, dispelled the soundproof energy bubble that had surrounded them, allowing the Spaceship's ambient noise to seep in.
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The Sentinel, clad in polished, imposing armour, executed a crisp, precise salute with unwavering discipline. His fist thudded against his chest with a solid, resonant echo.
"Commander, everyone else is aboard the vessel. We await your orders!" His voice was steady, carrying a tone of unwavering professionalism.
The Commander's expression, once softened by a tender gaze toward his great-granddaughter, shifted seamlessly back to his familiar, stoic demeanour. He squared his shoulders and met the Sentinel's gaze with an authoritative calm.
"Sergeant, notify the vessel's captain to set the Spacewarp thrusters to full charge," he commanded, his voice carrying a note of unwavering resolve.
The Sergeant Sentinel nodded crisply and pivoted in mid-air, his movements precise and deliberate. The Commander then floated closer, his expression softening as he addressed Shurianne. "Enough of all that, let's head back, Little Shurie." His tone was reassuring, a stark contrast to the tension that had just hung in the void.
Shurianne, still pouting with a mixture of frustration and resignation, followed him into the Spaceship.
The interior of the vessel was sleek and modern, with smooth metallic surfaces and a subtle, ambient hum of advanced technology. As the doors closed behind them, the Spaceship's engines engaged with a gentle, almost imperceptible vibration that coursed through the floor.
It accelerated effortlessly, gliding smoothly as it escaped the gravitational pull of the spaceport. Soon, it disappeared into the vast expanse of space, leaving only the serene, silent void in its wake.
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Meanwhile, on Earth, deep within the Underground Secret Base, Jay remained unaware of the events unfolding at the Sentinel Gathering.
When he was teleported back to Earth, his body in a miserable condition with both arms severed, the sight sent a shockwave of terror through Kay and Qew.
Kay struggled to hold back his tears, his eyes wide with horror as he beheld his brother's mangled form.
Qew, on the other hand, gave in to her emotions without hesitation, her cries piercing the tense silence. She rushed toward Jay, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and anguish, and screamed at her bodyguard, Esha, to carry him to the regeneration pods in the recovery bay.
However, Jay, with a calmness that belied his grievous injuries, decided against it. Instead, he activated Pompa's second exclusive skill, a decision that left everyone around him stunned.
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- For a limited duration, the User's Health remains at its brim unless the entirety of it depletes in one go.
Duration: (Base Vitality/10) =~ 20 minutes
Cooldown: 8 hrs
(After the skill's effect ends, User's Health will be halved for half the Cooldown duration =~ 4 hrs)
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As the skill's effect came into play, a radiant aura enveloped Jay, and his Health surged to its peak instantly.
Though his lost arms did not regenerate instantaneously, they began to grow back at an astonishing rate, reforming in just a matter of minutes. His siblings and the assembled bodyguards stood speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief and awe.
Recently, they have been coming to terms with their newly acquired abilities and the significant increase in their stats. However, watching Jay regenerate lost limbs so rapidly left an indelible impression on them, reinforcing the extraordinary reality they now inhabited.
Once his arms were fully restored, Qew demanded an explanation, her voice a mixture of relief and frustration.
Jay, his face calm but determined, turned to MJ. Instead of merely explaining, MJ projected the recordings of Jay's memories, creating a vivid and dramatic playback of the recent events.
From the monster horde invasion to the oppressive force of the two Sentinels, the memories unfolded like a short film. The projection displayed the large-scale battle in all its chaotic grandeur, showcasing numerous ups and downs, moments of sheer desperation, and fierce combat.
While the others were engrossed in the visual recounting, Jay excused himself and moved to a quiet corner. There, he began to sift through the Tournament Reward notifications that had greeted him upon his return to Earth.
The glowing holographic interface flickered in front of him, detailing the rewards he had earned.
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