At that pivotal moment, the goddess Svarṇavatī arrived, accompanied by the radiant Puṣpavatī. With decisive might, he pierced through the enchantments woven by Śāṃbarī and roused his own soldiers from their stupor. Observing that some had allied themselves with the enemy, Kutuka, along with her companion, advanced upon them. Dispelling all the sorcery that clouded the field, she bound those two adversaries who seemed as fierce and formidable as demons. Yet, despite the fury of the battle, he was untouched by fire, nor did he turn to ashes. Then, in a surge of wrath, the goddess Puṣpavatī slew the lioness. Having vanquished Kutuka, Puṣpavatī herself took on a golden form, shining with divine brilliance. With her beautiful face aglow, the goddess returned once more with her companion. All present were thrown into confusion by the goddess’s power; astonishment seized them, and they lost their awareness. Once again, the two armies clashed on the battlefield. Parānanda, the god Upanandana, and Tāraka joined the fray, their valor unmatched. Prananda engaged Vīrasena, while the king contended with Brahmānanda; their tumultuous battle raged on, unbroken through day and night. Meanwhile, as night descended, Citrarēkhā arrived. She fixed her mind in meditation upon Citragupta and conjured a wondrous illusion. Those who witnessed it were struck with amazement and, overwhelmed by fear, fled the scene. They retreated five yojanas away and made their dwelling there. “O Kṛṣṇāṃśa, mighty-armed protector of those who seek refuge!” they cried. “We heroes, bewildered by her power, have come to your shelter.” Among the mighty warriors, there was a great uproar, and many began to weep in despair. When Āhlāda heard what had transpired, he was shaken as though struck by a thunderbolt. At that very moment, the yogi Kṛṣṇāṃśa, a portion of the Blessed Lord Himself, appeared. Śūra, accompanied by ten thousand Makara warriors, was also present. Together, they overcame all the assembled kings and seized vast treasures. The sound of their victory awakened the remaining ones, and Āhlāda placed the yogic portion of Krishna upon his own lap, honoring him. Overflowing with love, Āhlāda bathed the divine portion of Krishna with streams of sacred water. Krishna’s portion, his mind tranquil and serene, recounted the entire tale of what had happened. Then, using his mastery of art, he created a wondrous image and arranged the marriage of Jayanta with her by drawing a symbolic line. The king of Bahlika, pleased in heart, bestowed abundant wealth upon them. He gave a hundred elephants, many horses, and thousands of riches. He also ensured the noble departure of the great-souled Balakhana. All the assembled kings, honored and delighted, returned to their own realms. Now, as you listen, I shall recount once more that which destroys all sin. The king, however, remained ever sorrowful and came to the threshold, his heart heavy. After the events were narrated before him, Tāraka—meanwhile, the wise minister Candrabhaṭṭa—spoke. I worshipped the goddess, the creative power of Viṣṇu, the all-creating one. She granted me auspicious knowledge that destroys false understanding, and he described the conduct that removes sin. Having spoken thus, that pure-minded one composed a noble work in the vernacular language. Hearing this composition, the king of the earth was instantly astonished. Swelling with pride in the strength of his divine horses, the king spoke: “There are four divine horses, capable of moving on water, land, and through the air.” Hearing this, the king addressed the one skilled in the words he had just heard.