In the sacred land of Kalpa, a righteous king established his rule, upholding dharma in all his actions. This noble monarch was the sovereign of Indraprastha, a descendant of the illustrious Tomara lineage. Under his reign, the glory and power of the Agni dynasty flourished even further, their influence extending from the northern borders near China to the southern reaches at Setubandha. The people, guided by wisdom and devotion, performed Agnihotra sacrifices, ever seeking the welfare of cows and Brahmins. Throughout the land, a time akin to the Dvapara Yuga prevailed, its spirit revolving ceaselessly everywhere. In every village, the presence of the deity was felt, and in every region, the sacred fire of sacrifice was established. Witnessing this age of virtue, the dreadful Kali—fearful and accompanied by foreigners—manifested himself upon the earth. For twelve years, Kali devoted himself to deep meditation and yoga. There, together with Radha, he offered mental praises to Hari, saying, “Protect me, O ocean of mercy, for I have sought refuge at your feet. You are indeed the remover of all sins, O Hari, the creator of all times. In Dvapara you had a fair form, but by my destiny you became dark. O Lord, in my four houses dwell gambling, liquor, and gold.” Janardana, having renounced body, family, and kingdom, heard these words. The blessed Krishna smiled and addressed him with compassion: “A portion of myself will descend to earth and destroy the mighty ones.” Having spoken thus, the Lord vanished from that very place. Meanwhile, O sage, listen to what transpired next. The king undertook the excellent vow of the Nine Durgas, performing it with devotion for nine years. At the culmination of his vow, he prayed, “O Mother, if you will grant me a boon, O Sovereign Lady—” The goddess replied, “So be it,” and then disappeared. The king, having married her in accordance with righteousness, brought her to his own house. This king, known as Āvārya, was as strong as a hundred elephants. In that time, there was a renowned Mleccha named Śatayatta, a heroic lord of the Vanaras, whose leaps reached as high as a palm tree. A fierce battle arose between these two mighty kings, but in the end, friendship prevailed, and they cemented their bond with the gift of a palm tree. Desiring a son, the king arranged for a Śaiva sacrifice to be performed according to the proper rites. By the grace of Shiva’s share, a daughter was born. Her father, with great joy, gave Candrakānti in marriage to the lord of Kānyakubja, King Someśvara of the Apahāna lineage. At that time, there lived a twice-born sage named Jayaśarmā, absorbed in meditation in the Himalayas. Upon leaving his mortal body, this pure-souled one was reborn as the son of Candrakānti. Alongside him, a younger brother, Ratnabhānu—a hero of great might—was also born. These brothers went on to conquer the proud regions of Gauḍa, Vaṅga, and the desert lands. There was also Vīravatī, the auspicious sister of Gaṅgāsiṃha. By Shiva’s command, a son of Nakula was born in that land, and after seven years, he became equal in prowess to his father. Kīrtimālinī bore three illustrious sons; the eldest was named Pṛthivīrāja, with his younger brothers standing beside him. When Pṛthivīrāja reached the age of twelve, Siṃhakhela arose and journeyed to the beautiful Himalaya, dedicating himself to yoga and meditation. Meanwhile, in Mathurā, Dhuṃdhakāra was born, and in Ajmer, his younger brother took birth, continuing the noble lineages and the legacy of dharma across the sacred land.