Both Rankana and Vankana, commanding four hundred thousand infantry, marshaled the southern village troops and advanced to the battlefield. As their forces drew near, the clash of armies was inevitable. In the third watch of the night, the fighting grew so fierce that blood swiftly formed a river upon the earth. In the midst of this chaos, the valiant warrior Balakhani, immeasurable in spirit, strode forward with sword in hand. Amidst the tumult, the god himself appeared, standing upon a chariot drawn by his own desires, holding a mighty spear. Āhlāda, wielding a heavy mace, struck down the enemy troops, while Tālano, sword in hand, made his way toward Māhiṣmatī with the intent to slay. Great fear arose among the mighty forces as the battle raged on. Seeing his own ranks falter and break, Kāliya confronted the indomitable Balakhani. The faithful mare, sensing her master’s distress, reacted with understanding. But soon, the valiant Kāliya fell, and the great elephant Paṃcaśabda entered the fray. When five of the heroes lay unconscious, Rūpaṇa, gripped by terror, was overcome with fear. At that moment, the grieving queen quickly mounted her palanquin. She offered salutations to the king of elephants, saying, “O mighty one, given by Indra, I bow to you.” Hearing these words, the celestial elephant—skilled in divine magic—was stirred. When addressed thus, the king of elephants, who was a powerful portion of Krishna, responded. With a gentle touch of his hands, Karāla, accompanied by Balakhani, raised the fallen, and bestowed a soft, reassuring smile upon Rūpaṇa. The unconscious enemy Kāliya was then bound with strong shackles. When Sūryavarmā learned that his kinsman Kāliya was captured, he approached the battlefield. The warriors, intoxicated by battle, rushed to meet him, but when their weapons were blunted, they were struck with astonishment. By the force of their weapons, those great heroes suffered wounds, pain, and fear. For several more days, the fierce battle continued, and, bewildered by the heroic exploits of Krishna’s portion, the warriors sought refuge in him. Krishna, observing the goddess who bewilders the universe in that state, was moved. The Mother of the world, Durga, destroyer of distress, was satisfied. Seeing his foe deluded by sleep, Krishna’s portion, mighty in strength, pressed on. Tundila, realizing the situation and overwhelmed by grief for his brother, struck down many valiant foes in the midst of the enemy ranks. The heroes of Mahishmati, accompanied by Ramkana, pressed forward. When Talana, armed with an iron club, saw his own troops fleeing, he was filled with resolve. In the heat of battle, Talana slew both Vankana and Ramkana with his sword. With Kāliya bound and Sūryavarman securely restrained, a thousand barbarian kings and their remaining forces were slain. Each day, the heroic commander Talana fought with unyielding courage. The enemy’s warriors, terrified and their strength shattered, fell in battle, and the kings were struck down. Jambuka, upon hearing of these events, was filled with sorrow and returned home. At midnight, his daughter, longing for victory, comforted her father and, skilled in illusion, set out on her mission. Her brothers joined her, and she awakened them all. She mounted her palanquin, with her relatives unarmed and without armor. At dawn, once all were awakened, they performed their bathing, meditation, and other sacred rites. Then, using her powers of illusion, she created a demoness, carried her away, and returned to her own house. In the great forest of the Vindhya mountains, frequented by many creatures, Ilavila—accomplished in yoga and desire—remained fearless among the demons.