In that place, he grieved deeply, crying out, “Alas, my kinsman, offspring of Dharma!” Overwhelmed with sorrow, he pleaded, “Grant me your vision quickly, or else I will abandon my very life.” Hearing this heartfelt appeal, his brother Balakhani—who moved among spirits—recounted all the events as they had transpired, including the tale of his own misfortune. Then, ascending a divine aerial chariot, Balakhani departed for the delightful heavens. Stricken with sorrow, Krishna’s portion performed the sesame offering for his departed brother, honoring him with reverence. With the sound of the flute, Krishna’s portion, the enchanter of people, began to dance, filling the air with enchantment. The god Lakshana played the mṛdaṅga, and the bronze cymbals resounded, creating a festive atmosphere. At that time, Queen Malana witnessed the dwarf festival, a spectacle of joy and music. Yet, Krishna’s portion, together with his relatives, abandoned her—the unfortunate one. Seeing Malana thus addressed, Krishna’s portion was overcome with affection and spoke gently, “O queen, we yogis are all skilled in every kind of battle. Those barley and rice grains kept in your house—by our yogic army, we shall protect you.” Hearing these words, his devoted wife, whose eyes were like lotuses and whose body was dark and beautiful, felt her heart swell with love. The mighty king Durjaya was defeated by Krishna’s portion. Malana, hearing these assurances, was overwhelmed with love. All the women sang the auspicious deeds of Krishna’s portion, and, having prepared themselves, stood there, protected by the rhythm of clapping. Soon, the heroes arrived at Kirtisagara, proud of their strength. The king, destroyer of his lineage, knew that a portion of Krishna had come. By those yogis, O great king, all the women were plundered. The soldiers of that king came disguised in the garb of yogis, seeking to deceive. Upon hearing these dreadful words, Brahmananda, mighty in strength, prepared for battle. The king, quarrelsome, with his army and heroic sons, stood ready, and a great battle erupted on the earth between both armies. Lakshana, fearless and heroic, stood like a lion among kings. Lakshana then defeated Kamasena, the god, in battle. Meanwhile, Brahma, powerful, bound Talana. Lakshana, whose bow had been broken, was again bound by the mighty one. As the yogi army was thrown into confusion, fleeing in all directions, the cry went up: “Brahmananda has now come, bringing destruction to my army.” Having said this, he gathered the fleeing warriors and brought Brahmananda. Krishna’s portion, powerful, approached by the path of the sky. Then, when he had fainted, they joyfully released them. With the yogi army defeated, Brahmananda, mighty in strength, stood victorious. The king then arrived, approved by the lord of the earth. Nṛhara, fearless and valiant, and Mardana, too, stood forth in their forms, ready for battle. Cāmuṇḍa engaged in battle with Kāmasena, fighting fiercely with bows. After cutting Kāmasena’s bow, Cāmuṇḍa approached and began sword-fighting. Then, enraged and ready for battle, Abhaya spoke these words to him: “You are indeed the son of the king of the earth, born of the maternal aunt. How do you wish to destroy the supreme duty of the kṣatriyas?” With these words, he struck him on the head, and slain thus, he went to heaven.