Hotwind Port had already gone several days without any decent ships arriving to unload, and the idle workers on the docks were eagerly waiting, unsure if they could still earn enough today to support their families.
After the Tang Army's fleet annihilated the Allied Forces fleet, they had essentially gained control of the sea. The Elf Race simply couldn't get their shipping into the port, let alone bring in any valuable goods.
With the port at a standstill, the workers on the docks naturally had no work, and without work, they had no steady income.
The entire port's economy was beginning to crumble, and many Elf families were starting to struggle for food. Everyone was trying to stockpile grain, and the entire city was becoming anxious and restless.
Curley walked numbly down the street, still unsure whether her two sons were even alive in this world. She held a basket containing some food she had managed to scrounge up.
