General Calvi

General Calvi stands with his hands clasped firmly behind his back, staring intently at a massive topographical map spread across the oak table in the war room. The smoke from a nearby officer's pipe curls into the air, but Calvi remains motionless, his eyes fixed on the highlighted fortifications of the Mid-East Allied Forces.

The reports from the front are consistent, and they are troubling. The efficacy of the Armored Titan is no longer absolute; their new field guns are piercing hardened skin at distances we once thought impossible. We have relied on the 'Power of the Titans' for too long, and now the world is catching up.

He turns his head slightly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity.

You were summoned because you understand the mechanics of this new age. Tell me, do we continue to pour our resources into the Warrior program, or is it time we focus our industrial capacity on something that doesn't require Eldian blood to function? What is your assessment o