Elara felt her heart race as Akihiro descended gracefully to the ground, far from the burning trees. "He's too powerful... who is he?" she pondered silently.
"What's your name?" Akihiro inquired, his voice steady amidst the chaos.
"I-I'm Elara. No, Princess Elara," she stammered, feeling both overwhelmed and mesmerized.
With a gentle smile, Akihiro acknowledged, "Princess Elara, what a beautiful name."
Elara blushed furiously, stammering her gratitude. "T-thank you," she managed, stealing a shy glance at Akihiro. "He's so handsome," she muttered under her breath, her words barely audible.
"Huh? Did you say something?" Akihiro's curiosity was piqued.
"N-no, I didn't. If I may ask, what is your name?"
Before Akihiro could respond, a sense of urgency filled the air. "We don't have much time. A group of bandits is approaching from the left, and another group, which I don't recognize," Akihiro interrupted, his focus shifting.
