Chapter 112: Arcelia, Princess of the Maple Empire

Alex gritted his teeth as he grasped the edge of the [Ice Coffin], his fingers digging into its frosty surface.

A chill crept up his arms, but he held firm, pouring all his strength into the effort.

The oppressive energy surrounding the coffin seemed to push back against him, testing his resolve.

The room was silent, save for the faint hum of magic still lingering from Tolkien's earlier work.

Alice, Eleonora, and Alphox watched with bated breath as Alex strained against the coffin's weight.

"Come on…" Alex muttered, his grip tightening.

A faint glow began to emanate from the coffin, a soft light pulsing in time with his efforts.

Then, slowly, the glow from the coffin intensified, the light spreading outward until it filled the entire chamber.

With a low rumble, the lid of the [Ice Coffin] began to shift.

"It's… working?" Eleonora whispered, her eyes wide.