Parānanda, along with the god Upanandana and Tāraka, entered the battlefield, joining the fierce conflict. Prananda engaged Vīrasena in combat, while the king fought Brahmānanda. Their tumultuous battle raged on, unbroken, through day and night. As darkness fell, Citrarēkhā arrived. Immersed in meditation upon Citragupta, she unleashed a wondrous illusion. All who witnessed it were struck with astonishment; fear seized their hearts, and they fled. Traveling five yojanas away, they settled and made their dwelling there. O Kṛṣṇāṃśa, mighty-armed protector of those who seek refuge! The bewildered heroes, shaken by Citrarēkhā’s illusion, sought shelter with him. Among the mighty warriors, an uproar broke out, and many wept in despair. Āhlāda himself, upon hearing their plight, felt as though struck by a thunderbolt. At that moment, the yogi Kṛṣṇāṃśa, a portion of the Blessed Lord, appeared. Śūra arrived as well, accompanied by ten thousand Makara warriors. Śūra conquered all the kings present and seized vast wealth. The sound of this conquest made the remaining warriors aware, and Śūra lovingly placed the yogi, the portion of Krishna, upon his own lap. Overflowing with devotion, he bathed Krishna’s portion with streams of sacred water. The yogi, his mind serene, recounted his entire story. Then, using the art of drawing, he created a wondrous image and arranged the marriage of Jayanta by drawing a painted line. The king of Bahlika, delighted, bestowed abundant wealth—hundreds of elephants and horses, and thousands endowed with riches. He ensured the departure of the great-souled Balakhana. All the kings, honored and joyful, returned to their own homes. And now, as you listen, I shall again recount that which destroys all sin. The king remained ever sorrowful and came to the threshold. After Tāraka narrated the events before him, the wise minister Candrabhaṭṭa appeared. I worshipped the goddess, Viṣṇu’s power, the all-creating one. She bestowed auspicious knowledge that dispels wrong understanding, and Candrabhaṭṭa described the conduct that removes sin. Having spoken thus, the pure-minded minister composed a noble work in the vernacular. Upon hearing this, the king of the earth was instantly astonished. Proud with the strength of his divine horses, he spoke: "There are four divine horses, able to move on water, land, and in the air." Hearing this, the king addressed the one skilled in words, and the messenger arrived at Mahavati, approaching the king. "Your four horses," he said, "are of divine form, radiant with auspicious brilliance. Summon them, O king; grant me wonder, abandon hesitation." Hearing these dreadful words, the king, though fearful and anxious, joyfully gave his horses, saying, "Fulfill my command." The messenger rejoiced, meditating upon all-pervading auspiciousness. "Where our lives are established, there too, O Jina, yours reside," he said. Hearing these words, the powerful king Parimala responded, swearing a terrible oath before the mighty warriors. His bed, resembling his mother, was like the assembly of a Brahmin-slayer. Upon hearing this oath, Devaki, absorbed in sorrow, was deeply distressed.