In the midst of a fierce and tumultuous battle, two foremost kings, their chariots shattered, stood exposed as their arrows were cut down and scattered across the earth. In the chaos, the valiant Kamasena loosed his arrows with deadly precision, slaying eight sons of the enemy. Yet, with terrifying swiftness, the enemy struck back, taking Kamasena’s head and rendering him headless on the field of war. When the carnage had subsided and all had been slain, the three mighty ones, led by Camunda, emerged as the new leaders of the world. In that moment, a divine horse, radiant and swift, spread its wings and soared through the sky towards the enemy’s lines. With thunderous force, it shattered Bhagadatta’s chariot on the ground, then swiftly ascended once more into the heavens. After a night of uneasy rest, the new leaders rose at dawn, their resolve hardened. They prepared for battle, and one among them declared, “O King, hear me: these are my enemies, the mighty Kinnaras.” Thus, King Mankan, together with his son and a countless host, marched forth to confront them. Standing upon his chariot, the world-leader seized a palm tree and a mare as his weapons. At the same time, Rupan, mounted proudly upon a peacock and illuminated by Krishna’s rays, advanced into battle. On all sides, they fell upon the terrible Kinnara army, their shining swords flashing as they destroyed their foes. One of the warriors paused to meditate upon Kubera, then took up his bow and, becoming subtle and invisible, ascended into the sky. From above, he roared fiercely, sending harsh arrows upon all below. Another, meditating upon Mahendra and binding a golden band, approached the portion of Krishna and bowed reverently at his feet. The Guhyakas, invoking their secret weapon, wailed terribly and unleashed illusions to restrain all. Exhausted from the relentless fighting, seven mighty heroes, having slain their enemies, fell into a deep sleep. But at midnight, battle was renewed. Rising suddenly, the seven warriors engaged their foes once more. Seizing their swords, maddened by the heat of combat, they slew their adversaries before collapsing to the ground themselves. At dawn, as the sky cleared, Rāmāṃśa was overcome with grief. He wept and lamented, then mounted his five-sounded elephant and departed swiftly, leading an army of three hundred thousand. But soon, an opposing force of five hundred thousand strong and valiant warriors encircled the enemy, and within the span of three watches, all the powerful warriors from both sides lay slain. Into this scene of devastation came Dhuṃdhukāra, a fierce hero marked by auspicious signs, standing tall upon his chariot. He too mounted the five-sounded elephant and quickly made his way to the king. There, he addressed the formidable and joyful elephant named Śivadatta, famed as the destroyer of delight. This elephant, known as Maṇḍalīka and fierce in battle, was also called Rāmāṃśa Āhlāda. As the king listened, the maddened elephant, with his own tusks, attacked Paṃcaśabda. In response, the furious elephant Rudradatta charged at the lord of elephants. At that moment, Maṇḍalīka, uttering five resounding calls, approached the king with great speed, while the destroyer of enemies went on foot toward the fierce-armed Cendula. There, he raised his son and went to his lamenting wife to comfort her. Meanwhile, Lakṣaṇa, wielding his excellent sword, cut down the king’s arrows and unleashed his own Vaiṣṇava weapon. But when his chief kinsman was slain, the king of the earth, undaunted, took up his bow and stood ready for battle. Overcome by the loss, he fainted among the noble families, as the sun rose brilliantly like Bhagadatta himself. Seeing the king filled with fear, he fled swiftly, blood marking his path. In the heat of pursuit, he struck with an arrow, causing his foe to faint, and once more caused the god to lose consciousness. Seizing the moment, he placed the Vaiṣṇava weapon on his bow and aimed it at Raktabīja. But filled with fear, and accompanied by his loyal men, he withdrew to where the angry kings were assembled. As the dawn broke, the son of Ratnabhānu, seeing the enemy, made his way to the camps with his companions. That morning, the Chandravanshi, beholding the noble ones, addressed the king with respect and urgency: “O you of Gurjara land, together with the sons of Mūlavarman—” The story of battle, valor, loss, and leadership continued to unfold among these mighty warriors.