Hearing the words of the goddess, the heroic Krishnamsa was filled with wonder. Yet the goddess herself, having listened to those dreadful words, was accompanied by Svarnavati as she moved. In her sorrow, Krishnamsa spoke to Devasimha, her heart heavy with grief. Devasimha, marked by auspicious signs, heard her words, and together with him stood Talana—the noble-minded commander of the army and a portion of Bhimasena. These great yogis, united, journeyed to the field of Kalpaksha, where they manifested their presence. There, Krishnamsa, Talana, and the god Lakshana—all mighty in strength—joined in battle. For seven days, fierce combat raged between the two sides, and death increased on the field. On one fateful day, O greatly fortunate one, a tremendous battle unfolded. King Parimala, mighty and proud, saw his army being defeated. The Yadava king, lord of Candravali, mounted his elephant to join the fray. Brahmananda, renowned for his strength, ascended to the city of Hari. The valiant prince Mardana, famed for his victories, was also present. Rupana, mounted on a swift horse, rode to Saradana; with him went the prince Naraharin and Sankhamsa. In the thick of battle, Camunda arrived, leading a force of ten thousand warriors. Camunda gazed upon the beautiful city, orderly and prosperous, with all four social orders present. The cunning king himself arrived at the fortress gate. There, Malana saw her brother and, distressed, spoke to him. She lamented that water could not be obtained from the renowned sacred reservoir. She was grieved, lacking both happiness and the presence of Krishna’s portion; she spoke of one who had come from Kanyakubja, sent by Krishna’s portion—this was Devidatta, who would fulfill her brother’s task. Malanā then saw Camunda, a brahmin tormented by the fire of desire. She warned, “This cunning brahmin, O mother, will certainly take me away.” Hearing her words, the king was overcome with shame. Meanwhile, those led by Brahma were defeated by their foes. The defenders, having fortified the gate, fell into great anxiety, yet the powerful king, approved by the rulers, remained steadfast. Then, with an army of sixty thousand, the four led by Talanada entered the women’s grove and journeyed to the city named Sirisha. There, deprived of happiness, they met the sage Himada. Bowing before him, they spoke in grief: “O sage, O powerful one, O destroyer of strength!” Upon hearing their plea, the yogi Himada was destroyed by the king of the earth. When these dreadful tidings reached Krishna’s portion, he was plunged into deep sorrow. He lamented, “Alas, my kinsman, offspring of Dharma! Grant me your vision quickly, or else I will abandon my very life.” Hearing this, his brother Balakhani—who moved among spirits—recounted all that had happened, including his own misfortune. Then, ascending a divine aerial chariot, Balakhani departed for the delightful heavens. Stricken with grief, Krishna’s portion performed the sesame offering for his departed brother. Then, with the sound of the flute, Krishna’s portion—the enchanter of people—began to dance. The god Lakshana played the mṛdaṅga, and the bronze cymbals resounded in the air. At that time, Queen Malana saw the festival of dwarfs being celebrated. She mourned, “Krishna’s portion, together with his relatives, has abandoned me, the unfortunate one.” Seeing Malana thus distressed, Krishna’s portion was overcome with affection for her.