"What do we do now?" An old man slumped on the ground, dazed, losing the will to live, "All hope is lost."
"As long as you're alive, hope exists." Inala arrived before the old man and gave him a hand, allowing him to get up, "Some of the refugees I saved from the shelters are still making their way here. When they all come here, you'll be forty thousand strong."
"To repay my favour, I'll ensure that you're all strong enough to fend for yourself and rebuild Ganrimb Kingdom. This, I vow on my existence!" Inala exclaimed.
People were currently restless, lost, grieving their lost loved ones, and lost sight of their future. As a result, it wouldn't be surprising if many of them simply committed suicide or simply starved out. Only the ones with a strong desire for survival would endure through this phase of suffering.
