"Why—why so?"
"For good measure we slew the Lords of Law as well.
Now you mortals are free of gods on these planes."
"But Arkyn—Arkyn was good . . ."
"Find the same good in yourselves if that is what you respect. It is the time of the Conjunction of the Million Spheres and that means change—profound alterations in the nature of existence. Perhaps that was our function—to rid the Fifteen Planes of its silly gods and their silly schemes."
"But the Balance . . . ?"
"Let it swing up and down with a will. It has nothing to weigh now. You are on your own, mortal—you and your kind. Farewell."
Corum tried to speak again, but the pain in his thigh swamped all thought At last he fainted.
Once more Kwll's many-toned voice sounded in his skull before his senses were engulfed completely.
"Now you can make your own destiny."
Epilogue
Michael Moorcock, Knight of the Swords
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