As the fierce battle raged, Krishna’s powerful portion descended from the heavens, approaching the conflict by the path of the sky. Amidst the chaos, one of the warriors fainted, and in that moment, his captors joyfully released him. The yogi army had been defeated, and Brahmananda, mighty in strength, stood victorious. Soon after, the king arrived—his coming approved by the lord of the earth. Among the valiant warriors, Nṛhara, fearless and bold, and Mardana, too, revealed themselves, ready for combat. Cāmuṇḍa engaged in a fierce duel with Kāmasena, both fighting with bows. When Cāmuṇḍa cut Kāmasena’s bow, he advanced and the fight shifted to swords. Enraged and prepared for battle, Abhaya confronted him, declaring, “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 Kāmasena on the head, and the slain warrior ascended to heaven. Madana and the cowherd-born one fell next, defeated by the mighty Saradana, who became known as the northern portion; Madana’s end was marked in the north. Rūpaṇa joined the fray and rendered Mardana unconscious. Elsewhere, Brahmananda, powerful and wrathful, bound Tāraka in anger. Nṛhara, upon meeting Rañajit, was struck down by his own arrow, and, as a portion of Duśśāsana, he died and joined his kin. With Nṛhara slain, his kinsman Mardana was consumed by wrath. Rañajit, the valiant hero born of Parimala, cut down his foes. When Mardana, the hero, was killed, Saradana, mighty in battle, pressed on. Rañajit, born of Malana, endured great hardship. When three kinsmen had fallen in battle, Tāraka, overcome by anger, cut the enemy’s arrow and bow, as did Rañajit. Driven by rage, just as a serpent is subdued by rods, he threatened and struck his enemy’s throat with deadly aim. When that mighty hero was slain, Brahmananda was deeply distressed. As evening fell on the eighth day of the bright half of Bhadra, he fortified the gate with sixty thousand soldiers. The powerful king of the earth grieved for his son. He declared, “Just as I emptied the delightful city called Shirisha, so too will all descendants of the lunar dynasty be destroyed by my arrows.” Having spoken thus, the king summoned Dhundhukara. Hearing the call, Dhundhukara hastened to the threshold. Then the mighty king, accompanied by eight hundred thousand warriors, set forth. On the tenth day of the bright half of Bhadra, Malana was overcome with sorrow. Addressing those of the Kacchapadeshiya region, descended from the lineage of Gautama, she called her son Ahlada and his younger brother, both dear to her heart. To the grieving Malana, she said, “That lord will not come to you.” Hearing these words, the virtuous Malana wept, lamenting, “Alas, O Rama’s portion, mighty-armed one, child, beautiful Krishna’s portion!” Parimala’s son, seeing the queen in such distress, asked, “Romaharshana, tell us: who is this, what did he do?” The father of Parimala had been the minister of Anangamahi, the king. O sage, his daughter was born and named Parimala.