The unconquerable Krishna’s portion, radiant and undefeated, took to the sky and journeyed swiftly to the palace. Meanwhile, the heroic Lakshana, having shaken off his excellent bonds, gathered the sacred texts and the palanquin, and made his way to the camp himself. At the same time, all those who had been rendered unconscious awoke, scattered everywhere. Alongside their followers, the hundred kings had been slain, their blood flowing in streams across the battleground. When the wedding festivities concluded, everyone returned to their respective camps. Once the noble warriors and their thousands of sons had eaten together, they set upon their foes again—slaying a thousand more heroes and binding the mighty ones anew. The powerful king then seized a hundred thousand pieces of gold as tribute. O king, know that Lakshana, son of Pradyota, was exceedingly mighty. Upon hearing of these events, Parimala, accompanied by all the assembled kings, arrived. The great and virtuous Velā, stricken with sorrow, lamented again and again; but after comforting her, he too departed by the path of the sky. Lakshana was threatened, yet joyfully accepted the token of arrival. Afterwards, abandoning the seven sons along with their king, the party remained for ten nights. At the end of this time, they prepared to depart. But the mighty king, overcome, seized the feet of the lord of the earth in supplication. “O great king,” he said, “your bride is now twelve years of age. Therefore, you should leave her here and return home; may you be happy.” Having spoken thus, the king, out of affection, touched him upon the lap. He laid his hand upon the king of the earth, and that king was reduced to dust. Both kings, their bones broken, were tended by the skilled physicians of Pāvaka. Meanwhile, Malanā, seeing her son return home after marriage, performed a homa to Caṇḍikā, seeking her grace. In the assembly, as the time of departure arrived, the hero Lakshana spoke: “By Śiva’s command, two yogins arrived by the path of the sky.” Those two, having defeated Lakshana and overcome by intense fear, bowed to him who had spoken thus, and then departed. The kings returned to their own abodes. Once, on the shore of the lake called Sāgara, the mighty Indula was present. At that moment, swans descended from the sky to the earth and spoke: “Blessed is he, of divine form. Sāgara is the greatest among cities and lakes alike. O Indula, most wise, we are staying at the lake of the mind. There, we saw an auspicious woman adorned with all ornaments. Seeing her, we were bewildered and traveled to another land; for there is none here equal to you, nor any suitor worthy of the lotus-like maiden. Therefore, you should ascend with us to behold that goddess.” On the beautiful island of Siṃhala, King Āryasiṃha reigned. He was accompanied by seven renowned queens, each celebrated for her beauty and cherished as his dearest consorts. In the delightful Nalinī ocean stood the auspicious temple of Girijā. There, Girijā beheld Indula—so handsome—residing in the form of a swan, and she spent a year there, enchanted by various playful pastimes. When pride arose from devotion and joy, Jagadambikā was delighted. Yet for Indula, who sought only happiness, great sorrow befell him. He, endowed with beauty, dwelt in the city of Laṅkā. Hearing dreadful news, his entire family was plunged into lamentation. Kṛṣṇāṃśa, seeing their grief, spoke to Ahlāda, the eldest: “Listen, I shall bring Indula back to you; you must remain steadfast.” And with him were Balakhāni, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, Devasiṃha, and Tālana—each ready to act.