With a sweep of his hand across the floating clauses, he highlighted the first, most brutal mandate inscribed within the glowing script.
"Rule One is the Debt of Expansion," Krogan declared, pointing a finger toward the text as it burned brighter in the open air. "A ready-made Mage Tower requires no upfront gold, because no mortal treasury can hold its price. Instead, your installment is measured in how much you are able to provide back."
"Every city you conquer, every foreign landscape you successfully overwrite with our home world's conceptual law during a world war, is automatically audited by me, the God of Contracts," Krogan announced, a cruel, pleased smile touching his lips. "A fixed percentage of that newly claimed reality is siphoned straight into Tide's vaults. You pay in territorial footprint."
