Lily's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Lucian's aged appearance. It was as if time had fast-forwarded, leaving its mark on him overnight. Deep wrinkles etched his once smooth skin, and streaks of silver adorned his hair. The vibrant and youthful man she knew had transformed into an elder before her eyes.
Fear gripped her heart as she reached out to touch his weathered face. "Lucian, wake up," she pleaded, shaking him gently. But he remained unresponsive, lost in a slumber that seemed too deep to break.
Panicking, Lily tried to make sense of the situation. Had the Illusionarium played another trick on them? Was this some cruel twist in the third trial they were now facing? She needed answers, and she needed them fast.
The cottage might have started feeding on Lucian's va
