In desperation, a woman pleaded, “Grant me your audience quickly, otherwise I will give up my life.” Setting aside her shame, she spoke again with urgency: “Take me and my son, O lord.” Overcome by emotion, the couple fell at their feet and wept aloud, their sorrow pouring forth. At that moment, Sūryavarman received the excellent letter written by Indu. Honored by Makaranda, Sūryavarman returned home. Driven by his cherished wish, he journeyed to the place where joy mingled with sorrow, his heart full of hope and uncertainty. There, it was declared, “Know that Devasimha and I are devoted to seeking your son.” Hearing these words, Āhlāda was filled with supreme delight. He summoned the king, humbly addressing him with these words: “O hero, I have heard how Kṛṣṇāṃśa was slain.” Āhlāda, his eyes reddened with anger, seized him by the hair—but his action was mingled with joy. King Parimala, upon hearing this, arrived together with his queen. With anguish, he cried out, “O wicked one, great sinner, you have killed my kinsman!” The king, distressed, sighed deeply and remained silent, weighed down by grief. At that moment, the hero Balakhāni arrived. He began preparations for the marriage of his brother’s son, setting the stage for celebration amidst the turmoil. Tāraka also came, accompanied by a thousand valiant warriors. Soon after, Tālana arrived, attended by an army equal to a hundred thousand. Tālana, endowed with the strength of three hundred thousand, attained the bliss of Brahman himself. In the midst of these events, a cry rang out: “Alas, my friend! Where have you gone, having abandoned me, the lowest of men?” Balakhani, powerful and accompanied by an army of a hundred thousand, was present. In the span of a single day and night, he traveled a distance that would normally take a month, arranging the formation of his own army. In battle, one chariot stood at the front, and behind it were stationed the elephants. Following them, ten companies of infantry took their places in order. The army included one chariot, all the elephants, and one hundred and fifty horses. The foot soldiers numbered fifty thousand, and ten thousand elephants, intoxicated with rut, advanced separately. The mlecchas, followers of the Pisacha way, belonged to King Abhinandana. One hundred thousand foot soldiers, armed with clubs and maces, mounted on elephants, arrived at the place where Āhlāda’s great army was gathered. Between the two forces, a tremendous and tumultuous battle erupted, causing one's hair to stand on end. The battle, known as Samara-shali, raged for seven days and nights. All one hundred thousand of the opposing soldiers were slain by Balakhani’s troops. In victory, Balakhani joyfully proclaimed his triumph at the fortress. Witnessing the destruction of their army, the king’s seven sons—Mahananda, Nanda, Parananda, Upananda, and Kau—great heroes of the Tomara lineage, mounted their elephants. Seized by fear, they approached Balakhani. With great speed, the mighty one who dwelt upon the pigeon rushed forward. Tāraka advanced toward Sunanda, while Sūryavarmā confronted Upananda. All fought fiercely, each intent on destroying the other. Ultimately, those powerful sons of Bāhlīka were defeated, their strength no match for the might arrayed against them.