At that time, by the opinion of Devasiṃha, those yogis attained their elevated state. Among them, Maḍḍudhārī shone with a godlike radiance, while Tālana held the vīṇā in his hands. Filled with devotion, they stood before their mother and, overwhelmed with love, danced for her. Their mother, seeing their dance, was utterly enchanted, which brought the yogis immense joy. After offering their respectful bows to her, they departed together for the auspicious city of Māhiṣmatī. Accompanied by a messenger, they proceeded to the house of their enemy, their minds firmly set on their mission. There, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, the enchanter of all, cast a spell upon the queen, rendering her unconscious. In that state, she beheld the beautiful form of the supreme man, dark-bodied and radiant. As she arrived before him, Kṛṣṇāṃśa addressed her with gentle words. The queen spoke, “O son of Devakī, if you will take my hand…” To this, he replied, “So be it,” and, with strength, took her hand in his. Meanwhile, the queen, afflicted and moved by the dance and song, spoke to the yogi: “Satisfied and enchanted by your performance, I will give myself to you.” Hearing this, the son of Vatsa praised her and accepted her. In that place, Kṛṣṇāṃśa danced while Balakhāni sang. Meanwhile, King Kaliya and his people were overcome by delusion. Hearing the words of his enemies, the powerful Balakhan challenged them, “Show me your own skill, then I will be satisfied.” Upon hearing this, the excellent king began making a hundred thousand preparations. The courtesan, knowing her son’s delight and that he had attained yogic power, was moved to tears. Seeing his mother weeping, the son too, though delighted, wept with her. There, the descendant of Krishna placed a necklace upon her neck. Simha then declared, “I am Simha, who has come for the sake of avenging my father.” Hearing these words, Kaliya’s strength grew even greater. He blocked the gates in an attempt to bind his foes. The Kshatriyas, drawing their swords, fiercely struck at each other. Abandoning their father, some fled the city, but regrouped outside, making camps on the banks of the Narmada River. They constructed a strong bridge across the Narmada, spanning the length of a nala. Balakhan, with his forces, surrounded the entire city and brought down the grand mansions of Māhiṣmatī. The men, along with their families and chief possessions, prepared for the coming storm. Kaliya took his position atop Gajanika, an elephant named Paṃcaśabda. His younger brother, Suryavarma, commanded three hundred thousand horses. Both Rankana and Vankana, leading four hundred thousand infantry from the southern villages, advanced as well. When both armies met, battle was imminent. In the third watch of the night, the blood of warriors flowed swiftly, forming a river. The indomitable Balakhani, sword in hand, surged forward. Then the god, bearing a spear, stood upon a chariot drawn by his desires. Āhlāda, wielding a mighty mace, struck down the enemy troops, while Tālano, sword in hand, entered Māhiṣmatī intent on slaying his foes. As great fear arose among the mighty forces in the thick of battle, Kāliya, seeing his own army shattered, confronted Balakhani. The mare, sensing her master’s distress, reacted with loyalty. When the valiant Kāliya fell, the great elephant Paṃcaśabda was also brought low. When the five heroes lay unconscious, Rūpaṇa, gripped by terror, was overcome by fear.