The financial collapse of the Abyssal Bourse was, for all intents and purposes, entirely complete.
We left the trading floor behind, the roaring cacophony of panicked bankers and flashing red runic boards fading.
Krave was practically glowing. The manic, predatory thrill of systematically dismantling an entire localised economy had elevated her mood to a level bordering on divine euphoria.
"I give it three hours before the central algorithms initiate a hard reset; by tomorrow morning, the Mermaid nobility will be in for a small panic."
Krave predicted happily, her dark eyes tracking a squad of heavily armoured templars sprinting in the opposite direction.
"You have single-handedly caused issues in the primary financial hub of the deep-tide empire. I imagine the Whale emperors will be profoundly irritated."
I noted, my hands resting casually in my coat pockets as we navigated a sweeping platinum walkway.
