Chương 129: Spirit of the Frostborne

Art approached the box with measured caution, his hand slowly reaching for the lid. As the box creaked open, revealing its contents, his initial excitement quickly turned to confusion. The box was… empty. A faint, lingering aura of magic clung to the edges, but there was nothing substantial inside. His lips twitched in frustration.

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath. "Empty? Why does this always happen?"

He looked around as though expecting something else to manifest, but the box remained eerily vacant. For a moment, Art stood frozen, processing the sudden anticlimax. The allure of this place, the promise of discovery, had led him to believe that there might be something extraordinary hidden within this chamber, yet it seemed he had come across yet another mystery with no clear answer.