'Who are you?' Melcorka freed her legs with a back-handed s***h of Defender. 'What are you?'
'For every force, there is a counterforce,' the voice said, 'and this world is a stage for the battle of the two. We are the game masters; kings and rajas and emperors are only pawns in our game.'
'Good and evil.' Melcorka stepped back. She saw Kosala and Bradan standing back to back over the corpse of the false Kulothunga, desperately trying to fend off the Bhim rakshasa. There was a rising din in the background, the clash of steel on steel and the hoarse cries of fighting men. Rajaraja's army must have finally stormed the city and was engaged with the defenders.
Bradan swung his staff, saw it bounce from the rakshasa, and kicked out in frustration. Stumbling over the body of the false Kulothun
