Nothing Without Escaping: Price Surges and Pocket Formations

In just one day, the public opinions within the Starshine Islands had completely changed.

The defeat of the Council Fleet had thoroughly eroded the remaining confidence of the merchants. They simply abandoned their industries here, taking their wealth and leaving on ships overnight.

Even the privileged residents paid to board the merchants' ships, departing together from these islands soon to be ravaged by sea beasts.

The sun barely had time to rise and set.

What used to be bustling islands now stood deserted. The once crowded commercial streets were now eerie and quiet. Shops were emptied, leaving only a few rats searching for food.

The docks, once filled with arriving ships, now only had a few lonely vessels. Fat merchants urged the sailors to load the last batch of cargo, took a regretful last glance at the place, and set sail without looking back.

No one wanted to end up in the belly of a sea beast, only to be digested and excreted.