Seeing his army routed upon the field, the mighty Dhundhukara was seized by a storm of rage. In that tumultuous moment, Devasimha—himself a warrior of great strength—appeared, his heart torn between joy and faintness. Yet, amidst the chaos, Devasimha, mounted atop a noble elephant, received a grievous wound and fell unconscious. Undeterred, Vatsaja took up his sword and, with skill and valor, cleaved apart the weapons and missiles of his adversaries. As the enemy ranks fell beneath his blade, those who remained alive turned in terror and fled the field. Then, Shivadattavara, powerful and resolute, arrived upon an elephant. He paid honor to Āhlāda and to the valiant Deva, son of Parimala. After worshipping the missile-launchers, Shivadattavara unleashed a great slaughter upon the foes. Meanwhile, the formidable Sukhakhani descended from the sky, riding a pigeon as his steed. With supernatural power, he caused the king of the earth, his own kin, and all their mounts to lose consciousness. Yet, instructed by Mahadeva, the king of the earth soon regained his senses and strength. Rising up, he bound Sukhakhanya and the other Kanchuras tightly with strong shackles. Witnessing his own army thrown into confusion and distress, Udaya Hari was deeply troubled. In the midst of this turmoil, Bala seized the king’s elephant and bound it with chains. Defeated and humiliated, the king of the earth bowed his head in shame. By the command of Devasimha, the valiant son of Vatsa subdued the enemy forces, restoring order and victory. This hero then founded a city, giving it the name Shirisha. There, the son of Vatsa dwelt with his family, establishing his household in peace. When King Parimala heard of these events, his heart filled with joy, and he came to Shirisha. United with Brahmananda, King Parimala returned once again to his own home. In the bright half of the month of Isha, on the tenth day, the kings of the land assembled. They gathered in the beautiful city of Kanyakubja—kings from many regions, each surrounded by their own armies. At that time, O sage, there arose a desire to see Krishnaamsha. This was he who had conquered the king of the earth, a monarch honored by all the worlds. Krishnaamsha, addressing his humble brother, said, “Listen, O Shuklayaśaskara. How do you wish to remove the title of king of kings?” The assembled kings, aware that Krishnaamsha resided in the city of Shirisha, went there and beheld him—a great soul whose face shone like a lotus. Then, one king, his heart burning with anger, spoke to the gathered rulers: “His two powerful parents met their death in Mahishmati. A king named Jambuka, together with the people of Narmada, placed their bodies upon a stone slab and crushed them. Even now, those two heroes remain, crying out ‘Alas, son!’ Their rise has been in vain; their fame, though cherished, is fruitless.” Hearing these words, Krishna’s portion—humble in mind—addressed the kings. He recounted the battle with that king, alongside the Mlecchas and Narashanas, where the Mlecchas were slain—a tale renowned among men. “Today,” he said, “my maternal uncle has spoken of the recent death of those two.” Having spoken thus, Krishna’s portion quickly went to his mother and told her what he had heard. The words, hard as thunder, struck her heart, and she wept in grief. Learning of his father’s murder and hearing of Jambuka, the servant of Shiva, Krishna’s portion turned his thoughts to the Divine. “Victory, victory, victory to you, Mother of the World—Bhavani! You are indeed the mother of all worlds, gods, ancestors, and sages!” he prayed. Thus meditating, Krishna’s portion slept in his own abode. By his power, he enchanted all and drew them to his side. At that time, the mighty Talana arrived swiftly, leading an army of four hundred thousand warriors.