Instructed by Mahadeva, the king of the earth rose with renewed determination. He took firm action, binding Sukhakhanya and the other Kanchuras securely in strong shackles. Meanwhile, Udaya Hari, seeing his own army thrown into confusion and distress, became troubled at heart. Bala, having seized the king’s elephant, bound it with chains, further tipping the balance. The king of the earth, thus defeated by Bala, was overcome with shame. By the command of Devasimha, the valiant son of Vatsa subdued the enemy forces. This hero then established a city, naming it Shirisha, and there he dwelt with his family, enjoying peace and stability. When King Parimala heard of these events, joy filled his heart and he traveled to Shirisha. United with Brahmananda, Parimala returned again to his own home, content. On the tenth day of the bright half of Isha, the kings assembled in the beautiful city of Kanyakubja. Various kings gathered, their ranks swelling the city with majesty and power. At that time, the desire arose to see Krishnaamsha, the one who had conquered the king of the earth—honored by all the worlds. Krishnaamsha spoke to his bowed brother, saying, “Listen, O Shuklayaśaskara. How do you wish to remove the title of king of kings?” The kings, surrounded by their own armies, stood together. Knowing that Krishnaamsha was in Shirisha, they went to see him, beholding his face radiant like a lotus. Then, the king, enraged, spoke to the assembled rulers: “His two powerful parents met their death in Mahishmati. A king named Jambuka, accompanied by the people of Narmada, placed their bodies upon a stone slab and crushed them. Even today, those two heroes remain, crying out ‘Alas, son!’—their rise is known to be in vain, their fame, though dear, is fruitless.” Hearing this sorrowful tale, Krishna’s portion, humble in mind, addressed the kings. He recounted the battle with that king, joined by the Mlecchas and Narashanas, where the Mlecchas were slain—a renowned tale often heard. Now, the maternal uncle had told of the recent death of those two. Having spoken thus, Krishna’s portion quickly addressed his mother. Hearing those words, harsh as thunder, his mother wept bitterly. Now, having learned of his father’s murder and heard of Jambuka, the servant of Shiva, Krishna’s portion meditated and cried out, “Victory, victory, victory to you, Mother of the World, Bhavani, who are indeed the mother of all worlds, gods, ancestors, and sages!” With these thoughts, Krishna’s portion slept in his own abode, and, having enchanted all, he drew them to his side. Soon, Talana arrived swiftly with an army of four hundred thousand. At the same time, Balakhani came, accompanied by an army of one hundred thousand. Seeing these prepared forces in the garden, Krishna’s portion comforted the distressed king with joy. Seizing that army of one hundred thousand, he became their lord. There were five thousand banners fluttering, and a thousand carpenters at work. The host boasted three hundred thousand horses and ten thousand camels. Talana arrived and became commander of the entire army. Balakhani was made leader of all the cavalry, and Krishnaamsha took command of the infantry. The king of the Malanas, after bowing, gave many gifts in gratitude. By then, only half a day had passed for those seeking battle. The mighty warriors stationed their formidable army there, standing fearless and ready.