Śivadatta, a hero of great strength, journeyed to the splendid city of Mahāvatī. There, with deep devotion, he sought refuge in Rudra, the matted-haired Śambhu, who is the gracious giver of shelter. Soon after, Śivadatta left the city, accompanied and protected by three valiant warriors at his side. At that time, King Vatsarāja reigned over the land, commanding a formidable force of sixteen thousand horses. The root cause of a fierce battle was lost to time, but what followed was a terrible and heroic conflict that raged for a full day and night. Warriors fell on both sides, and the land echoed with the tumult of war. Ultimately, Śivadatta and his companions triumphed, slaying the enemy army and filling the air with victorious shouts. When King Kāliya beheld the might of their victory, he fled in panic, scattering his forces in all directions. Yet, with Mahādeva firmly in his heart, Kāliya took up a bewildering arrow, determined to fight on. The remaining enemies gathered together, desperate to destroy their foes. At that crucial moment, Bhīṣmasiṃha, seeing the enemy’s resolve, roused the soldiers to courage. He unleashed an arrow named Bhairava, striking the enemy’s body with devastating force. In response, the army of Māhiṣmatī surged outwards, spreading in all ten directions of the battlefield. Amidst the chaos, the king loosed another arrow, severing a head from its body—a sign of his prowess. With Kāliya defeated and the enemy repelled, the victors bewildered their foes and returned to their own camp in triumph. King Parimala, witnessing the defeat of the enemy, was struck by the outcome. Likewise, Jayacandra, upon hearing of these events, was filled with great astonishment. In the fifth month, Bhīṣmasiṃha departed from this world. During this time, a daughter named Madālasa was born to the king of Gurjara. News of her birth brought great joy, and the king celebrated by distributing abundant wealth. This king, descended from the lineage of Sahadeva, had been born on earth by the command of Shiva. Elsewhere, King Dalavāhana journeyed to the land of the cowherds. During the thousand Candī sacrifices, where many kings gathered, a bond was formed each day by two royal maidens. In due course, Devakī was given in marriage to the king of that land, while Brāhmī was given to his younger brother. Along with them, a courtesan skilled in singing and dancing, earning a hundred thousand, was also bestowed. The gifts continued: a hundred elephants, five chariots, and a thousand horses, as well as a maiden of great wealth accompanied by many male and female servants. Malana, upon seeing the bride, presented her with a beautiful necklace. The delighted king in turn gifted this necklace to the heroic king of the land. The two heroes, honored by the king and renowned for their strength, remained there, enjoying the royal hospitality. A child was born—fair-complexioned, with lotus-like eyes, radiant with his own brilliance. His birth was heralded by the sound of a conch and repeated cries of victory. Many Brahmins, devoted to the Vedas and sacred scriptures, arrived to witness the auspicious event. Recognizing the child as an incarnation, a portion of Rama himself, with a pleasant and auspicious face, they saw that he was born under the Kṛttikā stars, destined to bring fame to his paternal lineage. At the end of the month, Brāhmī too gave birth to a son. All the Brahmins, seeing the child’s auspicious face, gathered and named him Balakhānin, the mighty one. Among them was Cāmuṇḍa, son of Devakī, who, though known as a terror to his own lineage, did not abandon the boy, even in his infancy, for his heart was full of compassion.