The valiant warriors, led by Talana and his companions, mounted their respective vehicles, ready for battle. With great speed, they crossed the land of Vanga and soon reached the towering Himalayas. One among them, urged on as a hero, donned his shining armor and climbed atop the fierce horse Karala, prepared for the coming conflict. The sign of battle was marked upon his body, and he was bidden to return swiftly after proving himself in combat. Upon arrival, he beheld the royal assembly, a gathering attended by many courageous heroes. Approaching the foremost among kings, the mighty Netra-simha, he declared boldly, “Guarded by seven lakhs of warriors, I have come to your kingdom. Therefore, quickly give your daughter to Ahlada.” Hearing these words, the king was seized by anger. In his wrath, he ordered the gates closed to imprison the messenger. A hundred valiant warriors, nooses in hand and protected by the city lord, prepared to seize him. But the mighty one slew them all, seized the king’s crown, and ascended into the sky, leaving the assembly in shock. News of this reached Netra-simha, who, with a tranquil mind, gathered his formidable force of seven hundred thousand. Alongside him came the mountain kings, with a thousand elephants and a hundred thousand mighty horses. Yogasimha, commanding his elephants, challenged the enemy army. Vijaya, the prince, and all the kings joined the fray. Between the two armies, a great and terrible battle erupted. The clash was fierce, and the enemy force of two hundred thousand, though guarded by heroes, was struck down. Witnessing their own army in disarray, four intoxicated warriors revived their forces with the resonant sound of the dhakka drum, as if infusing them with nectar. Again and again, the best of the Bhrigus came forth to engage in battle. For seven days the fight raged, growing ever more dreadful and terrifying to the timid. Yet, as if revived from the dead, the warriors pressed on, striking down the enemy soldiers. Despairing of victory, they sought refuge with Krishna’s portion. There, Krishna’s portion stood upon a divine horse, offering comfort to the weary. “I approached you, O beautiful one,” he recalled, seeing her standing upon the palace terrace, radiant and worthy of refuge, like Kamakshi herself. He recounted to her all the events of the great battle. She replied, “O Simha, go to the temple of Kamakshi. With the music of the dhakka drum, worship the fulfiller of all desires.” Thus inspired, they defeated the remnants of the enemy army in battle, causing them to flee. When the enemy was vanquished, along with the sons of Netra-simha, the goddess Svarṇavatī spoke to her father on the ninth day: “By whose grace, O lord, did you triumph over those so difficult to conquer?” Her father replied, “Such a dream was seen by me.” Obedient to her father’s words, the daughter acted as he commanded during the night. Meanwhile, Krishna’s portion, having become the bride of the garland-maker, arrived at the scene. At that moment, sixty heroes equipped with their vehicles appeared. Seeing these new arrivals, the mighty one took up his sword, while Krishna’s portion quickly went to the place where Rūpaṇa was standing. But when the divine dhakka drum was taken away, Netra-simha was seized by fear. At dawn, the heroes and their forces arrived, and by day’s end, they reached the battlefield once more. Krishna’s portion, after worshipping him, sounded the divine dhakka drum, rallying the army of seven hundred thousand, who returned, intoxicated with pride. As the city came under siege, Netra-simha was again overcome with fear. Then, the gracious Lord spoke to the king, ready to guide him through the trials that lay ahead.