After Krishna had vanquished Chamunda and the sons of Lahara, he sounded his conch shell, his mind calm and victorious, marking his triumph. Chamunda, together with Dhundhukara and Bhagadatta, rallied, joined by hundreds of warriors. Indulo and Devasingha, each with their own thousands, rejoiced in the aftermath. As the terrifying third watch of the night gave way to morning, a declaration was made: “O king, you are protected by three heroes.” Hearing this, King Parimala addressed Netra Simha, lord of the earth. Soon, a great battle erupted between the two armies—chariots clashed with chariots, and engines of war thundered against each other in relentless succession. By afternoon, Netra Simha, mighty among warriors, took the field. In the heat of combat, both he and his opponent, dismounted and with bows broken, slew each other, their souls ascending to the heavenly realms. Elsewhere, Indula struck down Chamunda, and the god himself felled Dhundhuka. With five hundred heroes remaining, the victors pressed forward toward Lakshana. When dawn broke again, the mighty king of the earth prepared for battle. Bhavān, accompanied by his ten valiant sons and a hundred thousand soldiers, gathered his musicians and set out, stirred by the news. As King Parimala arrived, clad in magical armor, Bhavān, with ten thousand warriors and those three champions, moved swiftly to join the great battle. The fighting was fierce: all ten thousand were slain, despite the protection of Krishnaamsha and his companions. Krishnaamsha and his steadfast group, forming the third contingent, pressed on. Then, the king of Anga unleashed three arrows, striking both the head and sides of his adversary. Mounting his horse, he entered a beautiful lotus pond and approached the king, who stood on his chariot. In that moment, he resolved, “My fame will swiftly be established; after slaying Bhavān, I shall find happiness.” The king of Anga fell, and his ten sons, scions of the Kaurava line, entered the fray. With a perfected arrow, the god slew both princely brothers. At dusk, the radiant warriors sounded their conch shells and returned to their camps. Entering the assembly, they bowed respectfully to the king and addressed him: “Hear, O descendant of the lunar dynasty.” Upon hearing their words, King Virasena, joined by Kamasena and his formidable forces, approached. Virasena bowed to the king, and with hundreds of thousands of his own troops, entered the battle. “Go swiftly to battle, O distinguished king, with your sons and all your multitude,” came the command. After bowing, the hero began to play sweet music, inspiring the warriors. Within three watches, all were slain; mounting their celestial vehicles, they journeyed to heaven. “You and your army, likewise I; you with your sons, and so also I myself,” the warriors declared, as the two foremost kings, their arrows clashing and falling to earth, became chariotless. Kamasena, with his arrows, slew eight sons of the enemy. In a fierce onslaught, the enemy’s head was taken, and Kamasena himself became headless. When all had fallen, the three survivors—beginning with Chamunda—became rulers of the world. Then, a divine horse swiftly unfolded its wings and soared through the sky toward the enemy. It shattered Bhagadatta’s chariot upon the ground and quickly ascended into the heavens. After spending the night, these world-leaders rose at dawn and returned to battle. One said, “O king, listen: these are my enemies, the mighty Kinnaras.” Having spoken, King Mankan advanced with his son and countless warriors. The leader of the world, standing firm upon his chariot, seized both a palm tree and the mare, preparing for the next great contest.