The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation. Chariots lay shattered, their yokes, axles, and wheels broken to fragments. Thousands of horses had fallen, their bodies mangled and strewn across the ground. The earth itself became impassable, choked with streams of blood. Rivers ran red, swirling with bloody whirlpools that delighted the flesh-eaters, while the field of war turned into a playground for ghouls. Witnessing this gruesome devouring, Yama, the Lord of Death, was seized by furious anger. He unleashed a rain of arrows, each blazing like fire, upon his foes. Grasana, mighty among the demons and struck repeatedly by Yama’s arrows, burned with a desire for retaliation. With a terrifying countenance, he drew his bow and sent five hundred fierce arrows wounding Yama. Yama, recognizing the force and valor behind Grasana’s attack, responded with his own fierce showers of arrows, sending them streaming through the sky. Grasana, lord of the demons, countered the rain of arrows with his own, cutting them down and rendering Yama’s assault fruitless. Yama observed this stream of arrows, and seeing the mass directed at Grasana’s chariot, Antaka hurled a dreadful mace with great force. As the mace flew through the heavens, the delight of the demons leapt up and caught it with his left hand. Grasana, grasping the mace in his wrath, struck Yama’s buffalo with great speed, and the beast fell to the earth. Yama, leaping from his mount as it collapsed, struck Grasana firmly in the face with his spear. The blow was so powerful that Grasana lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Seeing Grasana fallen, Jambha, a warrior of terrible prowess, struck Yama with his mace at the heart, causing blood to flow from Yama’s mouth. Witnessing Kṛtānta—Yama—crushed, Kubera, the lord of wealth, advanced in anger against Jambha, holding his mace and surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Yakṣas. Jambha, surrounded by the army of Dānavas, saw Kubera’s wrathful approach and spoke wise, gentle words. Meanwhile, Grasana regained consciousness. In his fury, he hurled a mighty mace adorned with jewels and gold, heavy and a crusher of enemies, at Yama. Seeing this unfathomable mace, the buffalo-rider Yama countered by releasing his own dreadful mace, terrifying to the worlds. In anger, he hurled his staff, blazing with garlands of flames, which met the mace in the sky and roared like a cloud heavy with rain. The clash between the two was as unbearable as a collision between mountains. Their impact stunned the quarters with a deafening sound, and the world was thrown into turmoil, fearing the coming of dissolution. In a moment, the roaring ceased, and the sky was filled with blazing meteors. From their dreadful collision, the mace was destroyed, and Yama’s staff struck Grasana on the head. Like misfortune seizing wealth, it fell hard upon the wicked one, and from that blow, Grasana saw the directions darkened. He fell unconscious to the earth, covered in dust, and a terrible cry of lament arose from both armies. After a moment, Grasana regained his senses and saw his body ruined, his ornaments and garments disarrayed. He reflected on the cause and effect of actions, considering that disgrace arises from the lord’s contempt. He saw that the armies depending on him were destroyed with his defeat, and pondered that people act as they wish, for such is the unexpected way of things. He realized that a man whose wealth is only imagined and loudly proclaimed is nothing. With these thoughts, the mighty Grasana rose swiftly. Grim in resolve, lips pressed tight, Grasana took up a club massive as a mountain, like the rod of Time itself. Hastening in his chariot, he did not reach Antaka in battle, but instead encountered Yama. Grasana whirled his club and, with great speed, hurled it fiercely at Yama’s head. Seeing the blazing club, Yama’s eyes filled with alarm. Grasana deceived the formidable Mudgara, who retreated far from these fierce and terrible warriors. Grasana crushed a thousand attendants of Yama, and seeing that dreadful host slain, he raised various weapons and became greatly agitated upon beholding the army of attendants. He thought that thousands of Yamas had been created by Yama’s illusion, and restraining himself, Grasana released showers of weapons upon the army. Enraged, he became like the terror at the end of an age. Some he pierced with his spear, others with straight-flying arrows. Some he crushed with his mace, others with showers of clubs. Fierce blows of javelins struck others, while many hung from his arm, some struck him with stones, and others with great, towering trees. Some bit his limbs with their teeth, while others struck his back with their fists. Attacked by these fierce attendants, Grasana, maddened by anger, abandoned his body on the ground, crushing thousands. Rising up, he struck some who clung to the attendants with his fists. Yet, through this ferocious battle with the attendants, Grasana became weary, his strength spent amidst the chaos of war.