It had to be said, fortunes on the seas truly changed in the blink of an eye.
In just one night, the once-glorious Gran Tesoro had fallen, the once-colossal kingdom of gold had collapsed, and the once-arrogant Gild Tesoro had been reduced to a wanted criminal.
The splendor of Gild Tesoro at the height of his power seemed like only yesterday, yet such a titanic power had vanished without a sound when destruction came. Just like that, it was gone.
All one could say was that they had watched him build his towering mansion, watched him feast his guests, and watched his mansion crumble.
Now, all that remained at Gran Tesoro's former site were a few scraps the waves had yet to sweep away. That spectacle of extravagance, debauchery, and gilded excess would never appear here again.
But such spectacles certainly would not disappear. They would merely move elsewhere, to someone else's domain. As the saying went, when one of you fell, thousands upon thousands more would rise.
The ordinary people at the bottom were really just watching the spectacle. They believed the truth was exactly as the news had reported: Gild Tesoro must have committed some unforgivable crime, leaving the Navy no choice but to send troops to destroy him. But even though Gild Tesoro was a king, the Navy had been willing to disregard its own reputation to stamp out evil. They really were their protectors!
It was just a shame about Gild Tesoro. He had enjoyed such a lofty position before, so why bother doing evil? Ah!
Those who knew something of the inside story, however, all knew this affair was not so simple. Gild Tesoro had never been any good to begin with. Beneath Gran Tesoro's glittering exterior lurked profound evil, and the government not only