The two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day for the Festival of Renewal arrived.
The village of Eldergrove buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Colorful banners adorned every house, and the streets were filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted meats. The villagers wore their best clothes, and children ran around with laughter, their faces painted with vibrant colors.
Adrian watched the preparations with a mix of curiosity and wariness. He still hadn't discovered any clear clues about how to pass this illusion, but he felt a growing sense of purpose. The villagers' genuine warmth and the bond he had formed with Lily and the old man had stirred something deep within him.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the village square filled with people. A large stage had been set up, decorated with flowers and ribbons. At the center of the stage stood a tall, intricately carved wooden statue of the Sacred Spirit, its features serene and majestic.
