Kāmasena, consumed by anger, seized a cane staff and, grasping his opponent firmly by the arms, prepared to bind him. He ordered his sons to assist in restraining the captive. In the heart of the army, a tremendous and terrifying battle erupted—so fierce and relentless that it raged on through day and night, raising the hair of all who witnessed it. Amidst the chaos, the mighty Udaya, renowned for his strength, slew a hundred thousand valiant warriors. As their forces faltered and defeat loomed, Kāmasena’s seven sons, each a hero in his own right, rallied together. One of these sons, mounted upon the noble elephant Bindula, dismounted and placed the elephant seats upon the ground, preparing for the next phase of the struggle. Hearing of this, Vīrasena, a devout worshipper of the Sun, joined by his ally Kṛṣṇāṃśa and wielding the same weapon, entered the fray but soon fell unconscious amid the tumult. Seizing the moment, Vīrasena bound his adversary and, in a gesture of mercy, released both his sons and his daughter-in-law. Enraged by these events, the heroes turned their attention toward Kṛṣṇāṃśa, seeking him out with renewed vigor. Suspecting the king of cunning and trickery, they confronted him, and the king, recognizing the situation, spoke with guile: “Bind your sister’s beloved and quickly release your own kinsman.” Swiftly, the group marched upon the city, besieging it with great force and wrath. Armed with the fiery Saurama weapon, they prepared to unleash its burning power. As this formidable weapon was readied, Brahmānanda, a hero of immense strength, rejoiced at the prospect. Witnessing this, the king grew fearful and sought refuge with Brahmānanda, addressing him in deceptive tones: “O king, my kinsman has been wronged by you; therefore, give me your son, together with your sister, O ruler.” Upon hearing these words, the king, humbled and subdued, consented. Thus, Vīrasena gave over his son and also Candrāvalī. Brahmānanda, now strengthened and accompanied by Kṛṣṇāṃśa, was triumphant. Malana, upon seeing her son, trembled with overwhelming love and joy. Thus, O brāhmaṇa, the auspicious tale of Kṛṣṇāṃśa has been recounted to you. On the tenth day of the bright fortnight of the month of Īṣa, the king celebrated a grand festival. He honored the foremost brāhmaṇas with food and generous gifts. In the sacred month of Kārtika, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, endowed with great strength, assembled tens of thousands of heroic warriors and bestowed ten thousand golden objects. Meanwhile, Citrarēkhā arrived. Upon the waters of the Ganges, a wondrous vehicle, conjured by magical illusion, appeared. Kings from far and wide, accompanied by their retinues of warriors, gathered eagerly to witness this marvel. Citrarēkhā, the enchanting daughter of the king of Vahika, remembered the happiness she had shared with Kṛṣṇāṃśa in a delightful dream. Recognizing him as the son of Ahlada, born of Abhinanda’s body, she chose him in the beautiful svayamvara ceremony. With great joy, she seized him and departed, her heart filled with supreme happiness. Kṛṣṇāṃśa, realizing what had transpired, found himself unable to see his own child. Even Devasimha, though wise and knowledgeable about the ways of time, was bewildered by the extraordinary illusion at play. Witnessing Devasimha’s astonishment, the powerful Krishnamsaka responded. When Devasimha wept, the wicked king, having cried bitterly himself, spoke humbly, “Your brother Udaya, having deceived the two through intoxication, accomplished this deed—I saw it with my own eyes.” Yet, even with discernment, Devasimha could not fully comprehend what had been done. At that moment, the two heroes arrived, both overcome with sorrow and tears. Ahlada, having listened intently to the king’s words and understanding the truth, realized what had truly occurred.