When midnight arrived in the dark month of Jyeshtha, a fierce battle erupted. Swiftly and relentlessly, a mighty force struck down the king’s army, devouring them again and again. Meanwhile, the gods, led by Krishna and others of great might, had already slain thousands of Daityas. They approached Bali, the powerful king of the Daityas, and with their own swords, they satisfied his desire for valorous combat. Pleased by their prowess, King Bali himself expressed his satisfaction, but he set a condition: “Let these Daityas not come to the land of the Aryas together with you.” Hearing these stern and disagreeable words from Bali, Krishna, pleased and fearless, spoke: “Afterwards, when you come to the earth, act as is proper, O sir.” Upon hearing Krishna’s words, Sahoda, accompanied by Nila, took heed. The king of the earth, his heart gladdened, gave ten million gold coins in gratitude. At the tender age of five, Śrīda offered his devoted praises, and with the amassed treasures, the royal treasury overflowed on every side. There was a maiden named Kiṃnarī, renowned as the daughter of Maṃkaṇa. Thus, O sage, the entire story of her marriage has been told. Elsewhere, Dhundhukāra, exceedingly valiant, marched with an army of a hundred thousand. When the thirty-first year arrived, under Krishna’s powerful influence, Dhundhukāra set the Brahmāstra on his bow and unleashed its fiery power, burning half of his enemy’s army. The fifty thousand warriors who survived, terrified, fled in all directions. At this time, the king of the earth was filled with sorrow and fear, beset on all sides. He wondered anxiously, “How will victory be mine?” and quickly sought counsel. In the midst of these troubles, the powerful Cāmuṇḍa appeared, assuming the guise of a woman. Four valiant sons stood together with Dhundhukāra. Upon hearing of this, the king of the earth was gladdened, his heart uplifted for Brahmānanda’s joy. When evening came, on the eighth day of the bright half of Māgha, a cunning and forceful attack was made: a trident was driven by deception into the enemy’s belly. Tāraka struck the foe in the heart with arrows, Sūryavarmā hurled spears, and Dhundhukāra struck the enemy’s head with a broad-headed arrow. Overwhelmed, the mighty Brahmānanda fainted and fell to the ground. The heads of Bhīma and Vardhana were severed from their bodies. Tāraka, Dhundhukāra, and Cāmuṇḍa also fell. With his sons slain, the king of the earth was overcome with fear. At that moment, Velā swiftly mounted the swing. Radiant with youthful, nectar-like vigor, she possessed great power. The king, astonished, asked, “Who are you, whose daughter are you, O beautiful one, who has approached me in battle?” Hearing this, the pure-hearted Velā offered him water and replied, “I am Velā, daughter of the lord of the earth; I have come to you. O king, live and enjoy pleasures with me.” The king answered her, “When the age of Kali arrives…” and invited her, “Mount the city of Hari with me, O auspicious-faced one…” Having spoken thus, the two mounted together and proceeded toward the region of Kapila. For the sake of their future offspring, they bathed separately and made offerings, then departed. In the northern Badarī region, they bathed and visited the holy places. On the eighth day of the bright fortnight of Bhādra, Velā spoke her words. Upon hearing her, the king agreed, “Master, do as I say.