The dense air of the Evil Forest seemed lighter today. It was a rare moment when the group could take a break from their usual battles with supernatural forces, strange villagers, and themselves. The weariness on their faces had started to dissipate, replaced by a kind of curiosity they hadn't felt in a long time.
Jajwok, Olamsuri, Kipkemboi, and Kit Mi Kai had stumbled upon an old village that none of them remembered seeing on their travels. The village was bustling with activity, filled with laughter and music—completely unlike anything they'd encountered since entering the forest. The scent of spiced meat and fresh bread wafted through the air, drawing them closer.
"What is this place?" Jajwok asked, his eyes wide as he gazed at the colorful banners and stalls.
"Looks like some sort of festival," Kipkemboi replied, tilting his head as he surveyed the scene.
