Within a single watch of the night, the portion of Rāma accomplished a great feat, slaying his formidable elephant. As the evening drew near, within the span of three watches, the fierce and powerful Tāraka was confronted by Velā. At that very time, the goddess, daughter of Drupada, prepared the funeral pyre in accordance with sacred rites. With her husband, Indula, she remained pure, fulfilling the joyful command of her father-in-law. Upon that funeral pyre, Indula grew even more powerful. As night descended, King Parimala, marked by auspicious signs, appeared upon the battlefield. By then, among the great warriors, one and a quarter lakhs had fallen. Dhānyapāla slew a hundred kings, and Lakṣaṇa matched his deed, felling another hundred. Distressed by this devastation, the earth-king turned his mind to Rudra, the great lord. Alone, he mounted an elephant and rode into the dreadful fray. With an arrow bestowed by Rudra, the earth-king slew King Parimala and then advanced to challenge Lakṣaṇa, engaging him in a mighty battle. The earth-king’s fierce weapons destroyed entire armies. Then Lakṣaṇa, resolute, took up the Vaiṣṇava weapon, and by its power, the king was seized by great anguish. Remembering Rudra, the great god, the king relinquished the Vaiṣṇava knowledge. At this time, an enraged elephantess attacked the dreadful elephant. As dawn broke, Malanā found an excellent husband, and Devakī discovered Lakṣaṇa, pure and exceedingly strong. When the clear morning of the fourth Tuesday arrived, one stood firm, having meditated on the all-pervading goddess. Meanwhile, Kali arrived with his wife. They paid homage to the pure Lord of Yogis, the resident of Mahāvati, recognizing him as a portion of Rāma, mighty-armed and ever intent on their protection. The kings, born of fire and empowered by their austerity, sat in meditation, offering homage to that great soul. O hero, they said, sixty lakhs of soldiers have been successively slain by you. Hearing these words, the hero rejoiced and spoke without fear: “Once more, I shall accomplish a deed without equal. Listen, O sir: I must purify his eyes, which have grown dark. Blue is always dear to you, and likewise, it is dear to me.” Having spoken thus, the Rāma-portion swiftly mounted the elephant. At that moment, Rudradatta’s elephant arrived, its coming heralded by five mighty sounds. The two elephants clashed, fighting fiercely, and after their battle, both ascended to heaven. Then, overwhelmed by fear, the king abandoned the dreadful battle, but the mighty one seized him by his hair with great force. From that day, Śambhu withdrew his favor from the impure king. Āhlāda, together with Kali, went to the excellent grove of plantains. Seeing Rāma’s portion in such a state, Kali was filled with joy. Then Bali, king of the Daityas, set forth with tens of thousands in his retinue. “Go, O hero, with your forces,” he said, “for during the night you will be protected by me.” Upon hearing these words, and after sixteen years had passed, the hero conquered the sons of the king and summoned the great assembly. The king, an ocean of fame, made great efforts for the sake of the liṅga. Having performed one hundred thousand Caṇḍī rites, he finally attained supreme bliss.