At that fateful moment, a warrior's heart brimmed with anticipation, for he believed that by slaying Bhavān, his fame would be swiftly established and happiness would be his. As the fierce battle raged on, the king of Aṅga fell, and in response, his ten sons—scions of the Kaurava line—plunged into the fray, determined to avenge their father. Yet, the god on the battlefield, with a single perfected arrow, felled two of these valiant princes. As dusk settled over the field, the radiant-faced warriors sounded their conch shells, marking the day's end, and returned to their camps. Entering the assembly, they bowed reverently before the king and addressed him, saying, “Hear, O descendant of the lunar dynasty.” Their words reached King Virasena, who, together with Kamasena and his formidable army, came forth. Virasena bowed to the king and, with hundreds of thousands of his own soldiers, marched resolutely into battle. “Go swiftly to battle, O distinguished king, with your sons and your vast army,” they urged. After offering these words and another respectful bow, the hero began to play sweetly, perhaps on a conch or a flute, inspiring his forces. The conflict was merciless: within the span of three watches, all combatants were slain. Those noble souls, mounting their celestial vehicles, ascended to heaven. Both sides had fought valiantly—each with their sons, each with their armies. On the battlefield, arrows clashed and fell to the earth, until the foremost kings on both sides were left without their chariots. In the chaos, Kamasena slew eight sons of his enemy with his arrows. With fierce speed, he took the enemy leader’s head, but in the process, Kamasena himself became headless, struck down. When the carnage ended, three mighty beings—beginning with Camunda—rose as the new leaders of the world. Then, a divine horse, swift as the wind, spread its wings and soared through the sky toward the enemy. It shattered Bhagadatta’s chariot upon the ground and then vanished into the heavens. After a night’s rest, the world’s leaders rose with the dawn and prepared once more for battle. One among them declared, “O king, hear: these are my enemies, the mighty Kinnaras.” With this, King Mankan, accompanied by his son and his countless army, advanced to the field. The world-leader, standing tall upon his chariot, seized a palm tree and a mare as his weapons. Rupan, mounted upon a peacock and radiant with Krishna’s rays, also advanced. On every side, the terrible Kinnara army was cut down by gleaming swords. One hero, meditating upon Kubera, took up his bow, became subtle, and ascended invisibly into the sky. From above, he roared fiercely, showering harsh arrows upon all. Another, meditating upon Mahendra and binding a golden band, approached Krishna’s portion and bowed at his feet. The Guhyakas, masters of illusion, wailed terribly and restrained all with their mystic arts, invoking their secret weapon. Exhausted by the relentless battle, the seven mighty heroes, after all their foes had fallen, succumbed to sleep. Yet, at midnight, one arose and engaged those seven warriors in renewed combat. Seizing their swords, maddened by the fury of battle, they slew their enemies and then collapsed to the ground. At dawn, as the sky cleared, Rāmāṃśa wept and mourned for the fallen. Determined, he mounted the five-sounded elephant and, with an army of three hundred thousand, departed swiftly. With five hundred thousand strong and valiant warriors, he quickly surrounded the enemy’s host. Within three watches, all the powerful warriors on both sides were slain. Then, Dhuṃdhukāra arrived—a fierce hero marked by auspicious signs, standing upon his chariot. Mounting the five-sounded elephant, he sped to the king. There, he addressed the formidable, joyful elephant named Śivadatta, famed as the destroyer of delight. This elephant, known as Maṇḍalīka and fierce in battle, was also called Rāmāṃśa Āhlāda. Thus addressed, the elephant spoke swiftly to the king: “Listen, O King!” As he spoke, the maddened elephant, using his own tusks, attacked Paṃcaśabda. Then, the furious elephant named Rudradatta charged swiftly at the lord of elephants, and the battle’s fury continued to unfold.