Divyavibhavari, the daughter of the king of Gauda, was renowned for her youthful beauty and her mastery in the arts of love. In time, she gave birth to a daughter, an auspicious goddess named Saṃyoginī. When Saṃyoginī came of age, her father organized a grand svayaṃvara, inviting the noblest kings, his chief minister, and Candrabhaṭṭa, whom he cherished dearly. The event was to be held in the illustrious city of Kānyakubja. The king instructed that his golden image be placed in the midst of the assembly, eager to learn what would unfold. Candrabhaṭṭa, devoted to Bhavānī, listened attentively and became resolute in his purpose. At the svayaṃvara, kings from every region gathered, each hoping to win the goddess's hand. Amidst this gathering, Kāmākṣī, Saṃyoginī’s companion, asked her father about the identity of the figure in the golden image. Upon hearing this, Jayacandra addressed Candrabhadra, expressing his heartfelt wish: if this Yoginī could be united with him, she would become exceedingly dear. The king, determined to secure Saṃyoginī, ordered his army to prepare for action. His forces were vast: five thousand chariots, all manned by skilled archers; three hundred kings, each a follower of royal rank; and Dhundhukāra, his kinsman, who commanded the elephant corps. The kings themselves led the infantry, and the entire force was stationed twenty kos away. The king arranged his own army, numbering sixteen lakhs in total, including eight lakhs of horses, all trained for every kind of battle. Meanwhile, those of the Śukla lineage, seeing the king as an obstacle, began to act. On the distant bank of the Īśanā river, a palanquin was placed. Ratnabhānu commanded the elephants and oversaw their appearance and distinguishing marks, while Pradyota and Vidyota stood guard over him. The assembled kings, filled with pride, stood amidst their armies, ready for battle. The clash was fierce: horses fought and slew other horses, elephants battled and killed their rivals. Protected by their kings, the warriors entered the fray without fear. For five days, the battle raged, destroying many heroes. The losses were immense: five hundred thousand foot soldiers of the lord of the earth perished, nine thousand elephants belonging to the king of Kānyakubja were slain, and one hundred thousand horses died, their souls ascending to the city of the gods. Grieving deeply, the devoted one praised Rudra, seeking solace. The king, pleased by the outcome, went to meet Saṃyoginī. However, upon seeing him, Saṃyoginī fainted immediately. The king and his entire army moved toward the threshold, but, finding the palanquin missing, they hurried away in great haste. Stationing half his army, the king himself returned home. Both sides reached the Sūkara field, prepared for a new battle. With their armies joined, they engaged in a mighty struggle. The conflict was tumultuous, dreadful, and hair-raising. As night descended and darkness enveloped the battlefield, terror struck the hearts of many. Led by Pradyota, the heroes approached the threshold, seeking refuge from the night’s horrors.