The grieving queen, her heart heavy with sorrow, swiftly mounted her palanquin. As she did so, she offered salutations to the king of elephants, that mighty being gifted by Indra himself. Hearing her words, the celestial elephant—master of divine magic—responded. When addressed in this way, the powerful portion of Krishna, together with Balakhani and Karāla, gently smiled at Rūpaṇa and, with a touch of his hands, raised the king of elephants. Meanwhile, the unconscious enemy Kāliya was securely bound with strong shackles. Sūryavarmā, aware that his kinsman Kāliya had been captured, approached the scene. The warriors who saw him coming, intoxicated by the heat of battle, found their weapons blunted in the struggle and stood astonished. Their weapons failing them, these great heroes were soon afflicted with wounds, pain, and fear by the onslaught of their foe. Thus, for several more days, the fierce battle raged on. Bewildered by the might of that hero, the warriors eventually sought refuge in the divine portion of Krishna. Krishna, observing the goddess who bewilders the universe, saw her in this state. Satisfied, the Mother of the World—Durga, the destroyer of distress—looked upon the scene. When Krishna’s portion saw one deluded by sleep, Tundila, overcome with grief for his brother, struck down many valiant foes in the midst of the enemy army. The heroes of Mahishmati, accompanied by Ramkana, pressed on. But when Talana, armed with an iron club, saw his own troops fleeing, he took action. In the ensuing conflict, Vankana and Ramkana were both slain by the sword. With the enemy Kāliya bound and Sūryavarman securely restrained, a thousand barbarian kings and their remaining forces were cut down. Each day, the heroic and unyielding commander Talana continued to fight. The enemy’s warriors, their courage broken and their strength destroyed, were slain, and the kings fell on the battlefield. Upon hearing these tidings, Jambuka was filled with sorrow and returned to his home. As midnight arrived, his daughter, longing for victory, comforted her father. Skilled in illusion, she then departed. Her brothers followed her to the place where she awakened them all. She mounted the palanquin, her relatives unarmed and without armor. At dawn, once all were awake, they performed their bathing, meditation, and other sacred rites. By her powers of illusion, she created a demoness, carried her away, and returned to her own house. On the Vindhya mountain, within a great forest teeming with creatures, Ilavila—fearless among demons and accomplished in yoga and desire—resided. There, Jambuka’s daughter, accompanied daily by her own people, continued her work. This illusion, woven into a garment, was crafted to bewilder men. Hearing of this, four (except Ahrada) entered the forest. Through singing, dancing, and performances, they enchanted their target that day. Among them, a rule was declared: when her marriage took place, certain customs would be followed. When the great villain was slain, those who rushed to the forefront of battle killed the stationed heroes and even the moat-makers who had destroyed hundreds. Then King Jambuka, the mighty and blessed, performed a Shaiva sacrifice, enhanced by the invocation of their names. Rūpaṇa, understanding these events, spoke of Devaki and, in his heart, swiftly sought refuge in the gracious one. The Mother of the World, pleased, revealed her in a dream. When King Jambuka, the best of the blessed, had completed these acts, the enchantment was lifted, and I freed his sons.