Hearing these words, Netra Simha, his mind calm and resolute, gathered an immense host of seven hundred thousand, accompanied by the powerful mountain kings. His forces were formidable, boasting a thousand elephants and a hundred thousand mighty horses. Alongside him, Yogasimha, leading his own elephants, boldly challenged the enemy’s army. Vijaya and the prince, together with all the assembled kings, joined the fray. Between these two mighty hosts, a fierce and terrible battle erupted, and in the clash, they struck down two hundred thousand of the enemy, who had been valiantly guarded by their own heroes. When the enemy saw their forces shattered, four fierce and intoxicated warriors rallied their side, reviving the disheartened troops with the resounding beat of the dhakka drum, as if pouring nectar into their spirits. Again and again, the best among the Bhrigus strode forward to meet the challenge of battle. For seven days, the conflict raged on, growing ever more dreadful and terrifying, especially to the timid. Yet, as if gaining new life, the warriors struck down the enemy soldiers once more. Those who despaired of victory turned to seek refuge with Krishna’s portion. There, upon a divine horse, Krishna’s portion stood, offering comfort and reassurance to the weary. It was then that I approached you, O beautiful one, who stood upon the palace terrace, radiant and splendid, worthy of refuge and reminiscent of Kamakshi herself. I recounted to you all that had transpired amid the great battle. In response, you said, “O Simha, go to the temple of Kamakshi. With the music of the dhakka drum, worship the goddess who fulfills all desires.” Strengthened by this counsel, the warriors defeated what remained of the enemy army in battle, causing the survivors to flee. When the enemy was thus routed, together with the sons of Netra Simha, on the ninth day, the goddess Svarṇavatī spoke to her father: “By whose grace, O lord, did you achieve victory over such formidable foes?” Her father replied, “Such a dream was seen by me.” Acting on her father’s words, the daughter, during the night, awaited the unfolding of destiny. At that time, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, having become the bride of the garland-maker, arrived there. Meanwhile, sixty heroes, equipped with their vehicles, also appeared. Upon seeing these arrivals, the mighty one took up his sword in readiness. Kṛṣṇāṃśa swiftly made his way to where Rūpaṇa was standing. But when the divine dhakkā drum was taken away, Netra Simha was seized by fear. As dawn broke, those heroes and their forces arrived, and by day’s end, they reached the place where the great battle had taken place. Kṛṣṇāṃśa, after offering worship, then sounded the divine dhakkā drum with might. His army of seven hundred thousand, intoxicated with pride and strength, rallied and returned once more. But when the city was besieged, Netra Simha was again overcome with fear. At this moment, the gracious Lord spoke to the king. To him, worthy and renowned, the maiden Rāmāṃśa was given in marriage. Having spoken thus, the god himself bestowed upon him the beloved dhakkā drum of Umā. When that lord of the gods had departed, the king, together with the brāhmaṇas, prepared for what was to come. Seeing the king thus arrived, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, lord of the earth, addressed him: “O King, here is the powerful Ahlada, together with his brothers. They are known as the Arya-Abhira, though you do not seem to recognize them. Therefore, listen to this advice, which is fitting for your lineage: deceive them for the purpose of marriage and collect their heads. The heroes summoned by your daughter are in truth Revati. Otherwise, you and your family would perish, just as a jackal meets its end.