Hearing the words spoken before him, King Parimala was moved deeply by love; his voice trembled as he responded. At that moment, Queen Devakī, her heart full of affection, turned to the king and spoke. She reminded him, with gentle pain, that having been abandoned by him, they had wandered to seek shelter with another king. Upon hearing her words, King Parimala was overcome with supreme joy. His heart swelling, he immediately ordered his own mighty army—one hundred thousand strong—to be mobilized. After five days had passed, the king of the earth arrived, and between the two great sovereigns, a fierce and terrible battle erupted, raging for an entire month. At dawn, beneath a clear sky, Krishnaamsha, leading his own hundred-thousand-strong force, charged into the fray. With great might, he severed the heads of the Chamuṇḍas, each one struck down separately. Yet, in a miraculous turn, as soon as their heads were cut off, all those hundred thousand warriors sprang back to life, whole again. Krishnaamsha was astonished by this wonder, and fear filled his heart in that moment. He exclaimed, "This universe, pervaded by you, is nothing but continuous sound! O you who have assumed the fearsome form of Chamuṇḍā for the destruction of Raktabīja!" Hearing this heartfelt hymn, the goddess, pleased and ever the granter of boons, listened with favor. When the hundred-thousand-fold enemy was finally reduced to ashes, Chamuṇḍa descended to the earth. The king of the earth, hearing of her coming, was seized with fear and hurried to beg forgiveness, saying, "Forgive my wrongdoing." His words brought a wave of great fear, and he continued, "You are related to me, and we are indeed your servants." King Parimala, hearing this plea, counseled him kindly: "Go for refuge to the compassionate devotee of Vishnu, the giver of shelter." The king of the earth, powerful and wise, took the form of a twice-born and acted accordingly. Then Lakṣaṇa, the hero, showed his affection and favor toward the king. When the month of Phālguna arrived, all returned to their respective homes. Balakhāna, overwhelmed with emotion, journeyed to Gayā to perform the ancestral rites. There, he fed a thousand Brahmins devoted to the Vedas, honoring tradition and duty. Later, in the sacred month of Kārtika, on a Monday marked by the auspicious conjunction of Kṛttikā and Vyatipāta, Krishnaamsha, still commanding his hundred-thousand-strong army and accompanied by Svarṇavatī, traveled to the holy forest of Utpalāraṇya, a place revered and served by the sage Vālmīki. There, with a pure heart, he was joined by Puṣpavatī. Meanwhile, those born of the mleccha race also arrived at that sacred place. In their midst, Svarṇavatī beheld the supremely beautiful and divine person, a portion of Krishna himself. Overwhelmed, she fell unconscious at the sight. Krishnaamsha, the enchanting portion of Krishna, gazed upon her with compassion. At that moment, a question arose: "By whom were the eighteen Purāṇas spoken, and what is their fruit?" Hearing this delightful inquiry, the learned, well-versed in the scriptures, answered. They explained that the Purāṇa composed by Parāśara is dedicated to Viṣṇu as its presiding deity. The Bhāgavata was spoken by Śuka, while the Brahma Purāṇa was created by Brahmā. The Matsya, Kūrma, Narasiṃha, Vāmana, and Śiva Purāṇas—six in all—are remembered as rājasika, filled with heroic deeds and ritual acts in the world. The Āgneya Purāṇa was produced by Aṅgirās, and the excellent Bhaviṣya was composed by Mahādeva for the benefit of the world. Six Purāṇas are remembered by the wise as tāmasika, devoted to the duties of Śakti. When the dreadful Kali age arrived on earth, there lived a king named Vikrama. At that time, all the sages dwelling in Naimiṣāraṇya gathered, and Sūta recited the eighteen Upapurāṇas to them. Hearing all these words, Krishnaamsha, intent on righteousness, gave generous gifts to the Brahmins—offering cows and objects of gold. Then, in a wondrous turn, he became a beggar woman named Śobhā, maddened with pride. Meditating on the mighty and intoxicated hero, the demonic servant of Rudra, she beheld the goddess Svarṇavatī. That Māyā, born of Śobhā, after delighting in and cutting her own left side, prepared to return to her own home. Thus the tale unfolds, woven with devotion, valor, and the ever-present grace of the divine.