Chapter 57: Ch-57 More and more intriguing.
If our situation does not change—and soon—then with our limited and rapidly dwindling supply of raw materials, it will become impossible to maintain even our current stalemate at the front. And if that happens... the possibility of a comeback will vanish completely."
"All in all," the Goddess of War said, her voice heavy, "saying we are barely surviving this war... is no exaggeration."
Her glowing blue eyes swept across the Council Chamber. Most members—except for a few—now wore sober, serious expressions. They understood the weight behind her words, the reality she was laying bare before them.
"And if even that fragile balance is taken from us..." she trailed off, letting the silence speak for her.
No one needed her to finish the sentence. The meaning was clear. If the last threads holding them together—raw materials, vital manpower—were cut, the Federation would collapse.
The Federation’s war effort would crumble from within, not due to enemy strength alone, but because its own foundations would be exhausted.
A heavy silence spread like a fog.
Even among the brave and battle-hardened, fear surfaced. All—except for the Divine Pilots, the Celestial Designers, and the Grand Admirals—shuddered as they imagined a full-scale collapse of the frontlines due to depleted resources. Visions of defeat flickered in their minds. Some even gulped involuntarily, unable to suppress their dread.
Finally, one of the Tier-1 Council members stood.
He was a tall man with a sharp, clean-cut presence, dressed in the deep navy blue of the Nova Coalition. His name was President Fredrik Charles, one of the Federation’s most pragmatic leaders. Despite the fear clinging to his voice, he spoke with clarity:
"We understand what you’re saying, Goddess of War...""But the question is—do we have a solution to stop this from happening?"
He paused, then added, voice laced with a thin thread of hope: