With razor-sharp precision, the sage struck, severing the king’s crown, umbrella, and armor. Then, wielding the formidable serpent weapon, he and his companions easily subdued the king’s forces. To rouse the king from his stupor, the sage invoked the mantra of Sumantu, awakening him with effortless grace. After demonstrating his power to the king and his men, the sage released them all at that very moment. The king, his anger rekindled, carefully raised his spear to retaliate. But just then, Brahma himself arrived upon the battlefield. The sage bowed reverently before Brahma, who was pleased by his conduct. With the conflict thus resolved, the sage departed for his own hermitage, while Kamalodbhava—Brahma—returned to his celestial realm. Nārāyaṇa continued the tale: The king, undeterred, once again made his way to the hermitage of Jamadagni, deep within the great forest. This time, his might was overwhelming: four hundred thousand chariots and one million charioteers accompanied him, along with a thousand powerful and valorous kings. With jubilant cries and the thunderous sounds of armies and musical instruments, they surrounded Jamadagni’s hermitage from all sides, creating a great uproar. Entering the humble hut, the king seized the auspicious Kapila cow. The foremost sage, Jamadagni, rose, taking up his bow and arrows. He calmly reassured all those dwelling in the hermitage, ensuring their safety. Then, chanting sacred mantras, he unleashed a web of arrows, followed by another, enveloping the entire army in a relentless shower. Witnessing the sage’s prowess, the king descended from his chariot and bowed before him. After receiving the sage’s auspicious blessings, the king returned to his vehicle. Yet, together with the other kings, he hurled weapons at the eminent sage. With a divine missile, the sage effortlessly destroyed all their weapons—and the king’s as well. The king flung his spear, but the sage struck it down, shattering the torrent of weapons to pieces. The sage then invoked the yawning weapon, causing the entire army to yawn uncontrollably. Seeing the king asleep, the lord of sages chose not to slay him; instead, he awakened the king and brought him forward, preparing to return to his hermitage. As this unfolded, O Nārada, the king regained consciousness. Kapilā, terrified by the chaos, fled the battlefield and returned to her own abode. The foremost king, now enraged, hurled the mighty Brahmāstra at the sage. But the sage, with his own divine missile, destroyed the king’s bow and arrow. Driven by fury, the king saw nearby a formidable spear gifted to him. After bowing, he took it up. This spear carried the combined energies of all the gods and of Nārāyaṇa himself. Right there, the yogi invoked its power with proper mantras. Seeing the king ready to hurl it, the gods cried out in distress. Kārtavīrya Arjuna himself hurled the spear, shattering it to pieces. The energy of the sage Vidarīyya departed and went into the presence of Hari. At that very moment, the sage, falling into unconsciousness, gave up his life. Upon seeing the sage slain in battle, Kapila wept again and again. She journeyed to Goloka and recounted all that had transpired to Krishna, the Lord.