The silence inside the stronghold was deafening. The citizens walked around in solemnity, a feeling of sorrow hanging heavy in the air. The streets that were once bustling with life were now empty. The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallways as the citizens made their way to the memorial hall.
Inside the hall, the walls were adorned with pictures of the fallen heroes. Flowers and candles were lit in front of each picture, casting a soft glow around the room. The citizens stood in front of the pictures, their faces etched with grief.
One of the citizens, an elderly woman, knelt in front of a picture of a young degu user. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke softly, "Thank you for your bravery. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten."