The obsidian woman traced a finger through the air to highlight the first glowing clause on her screen. "The first condition dictates that upon victory, absolutely everything owned by the Fourth Continent becomes your exclusive property. That includes their homeland, the occupied half of the Second Continent, and the occupied half of our Third Continent."
"Exactly," Red agreed.
"We do not care about the first condition," the sand god dismissed with a frustrated wave of his swirling hand. "Those territories belong to the enemy now anyway. But the third clause is completely ridiculous. You demand fifty percent of our total resources, including our faith generation, as a lifetime tax for eternity?"
"You are misreading the structure," Red pointed out patiently. "The third condition is merely an alternative clause just in case you refuse to meet the second condition."
