บท 117: Battle of Hampi [11]

"Give me one of your arms and forfeit your right to the throne." 

The atmosphere became heavy. 

The choice was hard one to make. It was either a loss from Chandra or taking up this offer for his revenge. 

Bhairava fell into a deep thought, thinking about his choice. 

Vikrama stood beside Bhairava, gulping nervously. 

"But can you win against Chandra?" Bhairava asked, glancing up. 

"That's up to you to believe, Brother."

Bhairava was left with an offer with no guarantee of success. 

Just like Harsha had said. It was up to him to believe and take up the offer. The decision was left to him. 

He had to pry out some information from Harsha to make a decision. 

"Harsha, I need some information before I can make the decision."

"Hooo, Well." Harsha pondered. "I will solve your current problem instantly!"

"Problem?"

"You Know! The reason you keep losing soldiers in the battle!"