Gathering their forces, an army four hundred thousand strong marched forth, eager for battle. In the thick of combat, they remained, intoxicated by the tumult and striking terror into the hearts of their enemies. Raising a thunderous cry, they surged forward, advancing to meet their foes. Armed with three thousand and five thousand machines for launching missiles, they pressed onward, their arsenal formidable. Meanwhile, an army of sixty thousand approached their own domain. The faint-hearted among them fled, but the brave Valakhilyas scattered in ten directions, determined to stand their ground. Horses collided fiercely with horses, and camels crashed against camels, filling the battlefield with chaos. Witnessing their mighty forces being overcome, the Hāhā spirits cried out in despair. Brahmanda, wielding his arrows, sent enemies to the abode of Yama, the lord of death. Balakhani, sword in hand, struck down the Krishnas as well. Seeing his troops defeated, Dhundhukara, renowned for his strength, was consumed by rage. Amidst the confusion, Devasimha, another mighty warrior, appeared, his joy tempered by faintness. Severely wounded and mounted on an elephant, he lost consciousness, his valor momentarily subdued. Vatsaja, with his sword, deftly cut apart the weapons and missiles of his adversaries. As the enemy ranks fell, the survivors fled the field. Shivadattavara, powerful and commanding, arrived mounted on an elephant. He honored Āhlāda and the heroic Deva, son of Parimala, paying them due respect. After worshipping the missile-launchers, he unleashed a great slaughter upon the battlefield. In the midst of this turmoil, the mighty Sukhakhani arrived by the aerial route, riding a pigeon as his steed. He caused both the king of the earth and his own kin, along with their mounts, to lose consciousness. Yet, guided by Mahadeva’s instruction, the king of the earth recovered and rose again. He firmly bound Sukhakhanya and the other Kanchuras with strong shackles, asserting his authority. Seeing his own army thrown into confusion and distress, Udaya Hari was troubled. Bala seized the king’s elephant and bound it with chains, deepening the king’s defeat and shame. By the command of Devasimha, the valiant son of Vatsa subdued the enemy forces, restoring order. This hero established a city named Shirisha, where he dwelled with his family, enjoying peace after the strife. Hearing of these events, King Parimala arrived at Shirisha, his heart filled with joy. United with Brahmananda, he returned to his own home, content. On the tenth day of the bright half of Isha, the kings assembled. In the beautiful city of Kanyakubja, rulers from various realms gathered. At that time, O sage, one among them desired to see Krishnaamsha, the very one who had conquered the king of the earth, honored by all the worlds. He addressed his bowed brother, saying, “Listen, O Shuklayaśaskara. How do you wish to remove the title of king of kings?” The assembled kings, surrounded by their armies, deliberated together. Knowing that Krishnaamsha resided in the city of Shirisha, they sought out the great soul, whose face was radiant like a lotus. Then, the king, enraged, spoke to the rulers, recounting a tragic tale: “His two powerful parents met their end in Mahishmati. A king named Jambuka, accompanied by the people of Narmada, placed their bodies upon a stone slab and crushed them.” Thus unfolded the events, marked by valor, sorrow, and the relentless pursuit of power, as the destinies of kings and warriors intertwined.