The landscape, scarred and bearing the remnants of their fierce battle, spoke of a tale that only those present would truly understand. Smoke gently spiraled into the sky, and the once-lush meadow lay transformed. As they took a moment to rest and tend to their wounds amidst the solemnity, a thoughtful Lord Raiden found it the apt time to share a hidden truth.
Standing, he glanced around, taking in each face of his battle-worn comrades. "Before we part from this place, carrying its memories," he began, his voice gentle yet firm, "there's something about the pink-haired girl I need you all to know."
Elara's eyes, pools of gentle inquiry, met his, and around her, the group stilled, sensing the gravity of the revelation to come.
