"Sovereign," Gorvash rumbled, his tusks glinting in the digital light. "With respect, our followers bled on the frontlines. We provided seven hundred and eighty thousand soldiers. The builders simply carried the bags."
"The builders ensured your seven hundred and eighty thousand soldiers didn't starve in an alien desert," Rubedo retorted, his tone dropping to a dangerous chill. "Gorr's deep-tunnel laborers helped make the caves and tunnels. Sylara's alchemists completely mitigated the magical fallout from the Heralds' attacks. Brute force wins a battle, but infrastructure wins a war."
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his knuckles. "I am distributing the land equally. You provided the hammer; they provided the anvil. The beast factions take the plains. The builders take the cities. The reward matches the utility."
