CHAPTER 166 - The Festival.

The morning of the festival arrived quicker than one would expect.

In contrast to the heavy atmosphere the night before, the atmosphere was joyous. 

Bright sunlight streamed into Alex's room, and lively music filled the air. Laughter echoed through the village square as children ran around, clutching colorful ribbons and handmade trinkets. 

The vendors called out, their stalls laden with fragrant food, glittering beads, and intricate carvings. The villagers were dressed in their finest, their faces alight with joy and anticipation.

Alex stood at the window, arms crossed, as he observed the festivities below. It looked like a scene from a dream—or perhaps a distraction.

[When did they even do all this?] Sophie questioned in surprise. [There was nothing—not even a simple ribbon—last night.]

Alex's lips pressed into a thin line. 'We'll know today.'