The news of the destruction of the B rank stronghold from the North spread like wildfire. It was a dark day for humanity. People couldn't believe what they were hearing. The death toll was in the hundreds of thousands, and the stronghold had become a lair for the monsters. The mood was somber, and people were mourning for their loved ones.
In the S-rank stronghold, Fein was standing in the crowd, listening to the news with a heavy heart. His mind was filled with thoughts of what could have happened if the same fate were to befall them. He could see the fear and anxiety etched on everyone's faces.
"This is a tragedy," Fein whispered to himself. "So many lives lost."
Fey, who was standing beside him, looked at Fein with concern. "Fein, are you okay?" she asked.
Fein shook his head. "No, Fey. I can't stop thinking about what would happen if the same fate were to befall us. We need to do something about it."