When the eleventh year had passed and the dark fortnight arrived, a time when the fever of war gripped the land, a king, troubled and fearful, gave the customary tribute to his sister. Sensing her brother’s distress, his sister came to him, determined to help. “Today, together with my own forces, I will go to the great city,” she declared, resolute in her intent. With these words, the king summoned Dhundhukara, a mighty warrior. Among their ranks were heroes of remarkable strength, mounted on swift horses and camels. Meanwhile, Devasimha, wise in the ways of war, learned that the enemy was approaching. This news agitated King Parimala, filling him with fear. But he rallied himself: “Today, I, along with Dhundhukara and his army, will face the great king.” After bowing in respect, he took command of the army. Four hundred thousand strong, they marched forth to battle. In the field, their forces became intoxicated with the thrill of combat, striking terror into their enemies. Raising a tumultuous cry, they advanced, equipped with three thousand and five thousand machines for hurling missiles. An opposing army of sixty thousand approached their realm. The timid among them fled, while the heroic Valakhilyas scattered in ten directions. Horses crashed against horses, camels collided with camels, and the chaos of battle swelled. Witnessing their own mighty armies being overcome, the Hāhā spirits cried out in despair. Brahmanda, with his arrows, sent many foes to the abode of Yama. Balakhani, wielding his sword, struck down the Krishnas. Seeing his army defeated, Dhundhukara, powerful and fierce, became enraged. Amidst joy and faintness, Devasimha, himself a warrior of great strength, appeared on the battlefield. Yet, Devasimha suffered a severe wound and, mounted on an elephant, lost consciousness. Vatsaja, with his sword, cut apart the weapons and missiles of their enemies. When the enemy host was slain, those who remained fled in terror. Shivadattavara, powerful and imposing, arrived mounted on an elephant. He honored Āhlāda and the heroic Deva, son of Parimala. After worshipping the missile-launchers, he unleashed a great slaughter upon the enemy. Meanwhile, the mighty Sukhakhani arrived by the aerial route, riding a pigeon as his horse. He caused the king of the earth, his own kin, and their mounts to lose consciousness. Then, following the instructions of Mahadeva, the king of the earth rose again. He firmly bound Sukhakhanya and the other Kanchuras with strong shackles. Seeing his army thrown into confusion and distress, Udaya Hari was troubled. Bala seized the king’s elephant and bound it with chains. Defeated, the king of the earth felt ashamed. By the command of Devasimha, the valiant son of Vatsa subdued the enemy forces. That hero established a city named Shirisha, where he dwelt together with his family. Hearing of these events, King Parimala came to Shirisha, filled with joy. United with Brahmananda, he returned once more to his own home.