By force, the mighty Balakhāni seized her and placed her upon a palanquin, plundering the house of his enemy. Powerful and accompanied by Devatālana, Balakhāni pressed forward until he reached Sukhavarman, the commander of the opposing army, and his son. In the ensuing conflict, that great hero was slain, which filled Jayanta with furious wrath. Out of devotion, Jayanta revived his brother-in-law Sukhavarman and returned to his own house, astonished by all that had transpired, and went home just as before. Seeking understanding, he visited the house of Arya Simha and inquired about all that had happened. Overwhelmed, the hero wept bitterly, crying out, "Alas, my beloved, overcome with passion!" Having poured out his grief, he mounted his mare and, alone and enraged, set out by night toward the place where the enemy was encamped. At that very moment, the mighty hero Balakhan arrived. Lamenting, he cried, "Alas, Indula, great hero! Alas, my kinsman, bringer of joy! Grant me your vision quickly, O one with an auspicious face, accept me today!" Then, the powerful son of Indra arrived on the scene. Observing the army's formation, Talana, the commander, stood atop a lioness and roared mightily, like a lion himself: "O hero, victory will not be yours by merely destroying the army!" Hearing these words, the fierce and terrifying son of Indra struck his own chest with his mace in challenge. As Indula fainted from the intensity, the mare beneath him revealed a divine form. In haste, the boy seized the weapon of Time and his bow. When the commander was slain, Krishnaamsha, overcome by passion, was left distraught. Indula, his eyes reddened with anger, seized the fire-missile and advanced swiftly toward the enemy, who countered with the wind-missile. But by his own yogic power, Krishnaamsha drank up the supreme wind-missile. Witnessing such a formidable adversary, the mighty son of Indra was amazed. Again, by the power of yoga, the weapon was rendered ineffective. Krishnaamsha then gathered all the water into his mouth through yogic power. With a clear mind, mighty arms, and senses under control, he took up his shield and sword, moving swiftly to engage in a fierce sword battle. Meanwhile, the gods and all the kings of the earth gathered at the site. At dawn, the powerful Balakhani appeared once more. The heroic and illustrious son of Indra, exhausted and worn by fatigue, stood ready. With determination, he declared, "With my own sword, O Krishna's portion, I shall take your head!" and, seizing his weapon, advanced swiftly, filled with anger. But Balakhani, recognizing him, out of love laid down his own weapon. He addressed Indula with affection: "O Indula, greatly fortunate one, bringer of honor to your father and mother. First, after killing me, O hero, and then your paternal uncle, may you be happy, O great hero, in the house of Sukhavarman." Hearing these words and realizing the bonds of his own family, the child wept bitterly, seeking to atone for his offense. He spoke sweetly: "Listen, dear father, my beloved. Whether god, human, serpent, or demon—I am he, pure from birth, who brings joy to my father. Having accepted the delusion born of the lotus-lady, I did not know." Having spoken thus, the boy again wept, overwhelmed by affection. Hearing the child's words, Krishna's portion arranged a great festival for all the people in that land.