With five hundred heroes remaining by their side, the warriors pressed forward toward Lakṣaṇa. As dawn broke, the mighty king of the earth, Bhavān, gathered his ten valiant sons and an immense army of a hundred thousand. Upon learning of the advancing force, he summoned his musicians and prepared for the coming battle. At that moment, King Parimala arrived, clad in magical armor. Bhavān, joined by ten thousand warriors and accompanied by three trusted allies, hastened to the great battlefield where the two armies would clash. In the fierce fighting that ensued, the ten thousand were slain, despite the protection given by Kṛṣṇāṃśā and his companions. Meanwhile, the steadfast Kṛṣṇāṃśā and his group, the third contingent, held their ground. Then, the king of Aṅga, with great skill, struck his foe with three arrows, wounding both his head and his sides. Mounting his horse, the king entered a beautiful lotus pond before approaching Bhavān, who stood tall upon his chariot. In his heart, the king of Aṅga thought, “My fame will be established when I slay Bhavān; then I shall find happiness.” But fate turned. When the king of Aṅga was slain, his ten sons—descendants of the Kaurava line—rushed into battle. Yet the god, with a perfected arrow, struck down both princes. As dusk fell, the radiant-faced warriors sounded their conch shells and returned to their camps. Entering the assembly, they bowed before the king and addressed him with reverence: “Hear, O descendant of the lunar dynasty.” Hearing these words, King Virasena, accompanied by Kamasena and his vast forces, approached. Virasena bowed to the king and, with hundreds of thousands of his own soldiers, entered the fray. “Go swiftly to battle, O distinguished king,” they urged, “with your sons and your mighty host.” Having spoken, Virasena once again bowed, and the hero began to play sweet music. But within three watches of the night, all were slain. Mounting their celestial vehicles, their souls ascended to heaven. Both armies—each with its king and sons—stood opposed. Arrows filled the air, cutting down other arrows upon the earth. In the heat of battle, the two foremost kings found themselves without chariots. Then Kamasena, with swift arrows, slew eight sons of the enemy. With fierce speed, he struck down the enemy’s leader, but in doing so, Kamasena himself became headless. When all had fallen, the three leaders—beginning with Camunda—rose as the new rulers of the world. Then, a divine horse spread its wings and soared through the sky toward the enemy. Shattering Bhagadatta’s chariot upon the ground, it quickly ascended again into the heavens. After spending the night, the world’s new leaders rose with the dawn and returned to the battlefield. One declared, “O king, hear me: these are my enemies, the mighty Kinnaras.” Thus, King Mankan, with his son and countless warriors, advanced. The world-leader, standing tall on his chariot, seized both a palm tree and a mare as symbols of his power. Rupan, mounted upon a peacock and accompanied by Krishna’s radiant energies, moved forth. On all sides, they cut down the terrible Kinnara army with their shining swords. One, meditating upon Kubera, took up his bow, became subtle and invisible, and ascended into the sky. From above, he roared fiercely, raining harsh arrows upon all below. Another, meditating upon Mahendra and binding a golden band, approached Krishna’s portion and bowed at his feet. The Guhyakas wailed terribly, unleashing illusions and restraining their foes with secret weapons. Exhausted, the seven mighty heroes, having slain all their enemies, fell into deep sleep. But at midnight, one rose and engaged those seven warriors in renewed battle. Grasping their swords and maddened by the fury of combat, they slew each other and then fell to the earth. At dawn, as the sky cleared, Rāmāṃśa stood amidst the carnage, weeping and lamenting the loss.