The cold wind howled.
Mary Geoise was bitterly cold today.
The vast, newly constructed buildings were now shrouded in an air of decay.
Dust had piled up in large amounts.
It gathered in the corners of Mary Geoise.
Such a sight would have been unimaginable in the past.
After all, in the eyes of the world, Mary Geoise had always been clean and magnificent. Dust simply did not belong in the highest city in the world.
But that image and magnificence had been built upon the blood and sweat of countless slaves and people across the world. Now, as the strength of the World Government and the Marines declined, rebellion had become the dominant theme across the seas.
A great number of World Government member nations had begun to break away, declaring independence and rebellion.
Without the tribute of Celestial Gold,
Mary Geoise, a city that had always consumed blood without producing any of its own, was almost destined to wither away.
Yet in the short term, given the World Government's foundations, this alone should not have reduced all of Mary Geoise to such a state.
The reason Mary Geoise had become so desolate, to the point that no slaves even cleaned its streets or rooftops,
was that Roy and the Revolutionary Army had joined forces to block its primary supply routes.
Thus, Mary Geoise, which produced no supplies of its own, was now suffering an unprecedented famine.
Of course, those experiencing the famine were not the Celestial Dragons standing above everyone else, but the slaves who kept every district of Mary Geoise running.
The weak were always the first group to be abandoned in times of crisis.
With food running short in Mary Geoise, the small amount of supplies escorted at all costs by the Marines was naturally prioritized