Come! Repeat after me: The Goddess of Wealth's Might Is Unmatched Beneath the Heavens!
The Kahovka Legion entered Bernier two days later.
The large-scale chaos in the city, however, had ended a day earlier. The good news was that the city hadn't been destroyed in the frenzy. Apart from a few districts seized by thugs who had "risen to power" amid the disorder, most of the rioters had dispersed on their own after a day of chaos.
An action on such a massive scale, with neither a platform nor leadership, couldn't be sustained for long on the anger and despair of ordinary people alone. It was like ripples spreading across still water after a stone was thrown in.
Its arrival was happenstance; its departure was inevitable.
When members of the Thorn Clan and priests of the Winter Wolf Church stepped forward and used a combination of force and conciliation to put a stop to the chaos, the riots in the city quickly subsided.
The bad news, however, was that Bernier's order was visibly teetering on the brink.
A brief outburst of chaos under immense pressure had not solved the problem; if anything, it had set a dangerous precedent. The vicious trigger that had destabilized the city and its people remained. As long as the problems left behind by the "financial bomb" detonated by the Mistsea Trading Company went unresolved, the seeds of chaos would not die out.
The despairing people in the city were watching and waiting.
Their agonized deliberations yielded no workable solutions. They could only wait passively for someone else to offer them "deliverance." Whoever took control of the city, there was no way around giving these angry and disappointed people an answer.
By comparison, though, Bernier's situation was actually the better one.
At least someone had stepped