The lord of wealth, Dhanada, stood amid the tumult of battle, both on foot and in his chariot. He took up a terrifying mace, famed for destroying arrogant enemies in great conflicts. This weapon, unassailable by all beings and honored through the ages, had its body smeared with fragrant sandalwoods and was adorned with divine flowers. Pure and made of iron, heavy and unfailing, it gleamed with golden ornaments. Enraged, Dhanada hurled the mighty mace at the demon Jambha’s head. As the mace approached, radiant like a cluster of lightning, Jambha saw its power and unleashed a shower of weapons to intercept it—discs, skulls, spears, bhuśuṇḍīs, and pattiśas, wielded by arms bound with golden bracelets, showing fierce courage. Yet, the mace rendered all those weapons ineffective. Like a meteor flashing in a mountain cave, it struck Jambha’s chest with tremendous force. Hit squarely, Jambha collapsed onto the hub of his chariot, blood streaming from his body as he lost consciousness. Seeing this, Kujambha, another demon, believed Jambha slain. With a terrifying roar, he was enraged by Dhanada’s words and, in fury, created a net of arrows in all directions against the lord of the Yakshas. But this net was swiftly cut apart by sharp crescent-headed arrows. Then, Dhanada released a rain of arrows at Kujambha, but the demon cut apart that mass with sharp shafts, matching Dhanada’s prowess. When his arrows proved ineffective, Dhanada seized an irresistible spear adorned with golden bells. His arm, shining with jeweled bracelets, hurled the spear swiftly at Kujambha. It tore through Kujambha’s heart cruelly, as fate does to a man of little strength who craves wealth. Piercing his heart, the spear reached the earth, and after a moment, the dreadful demon became unsteady. Yet Kujambha, unbowed, seized a long pike tipped with sharp stone and struck Dhanada’s chest in battle. With words as piercing as weapons, the wicked demon wounded the noble-hearted Dhanada, just as a villain harms the worthy. Struck by the blow, Dhanesha lost consciousness and collapsed onto the chariot floor, shattered like a broken banner. Witnessing Dhanesha, the lord of men, in such a state, Nirriti—the god armed with a sword and accompanied by his night-stalker army—advanced swiftly. He rushed at Kujambha, whose valor was terrible, and seeing the formidable king of the Rakshasas, Nirriti ordered his armies to attack, aiming to slay him. The army, bristling with arrows and fearsome weapons, obeyed. Nirriti leapt from his chariot, shining with the brilliance of his ornaments, his sword gleaming like an unopened lotus in the sky. With his mighty sword and long arms, he struck down the faces of his enemies all around—sideways, behind, below, and above—severing them in every direction. His lips pressed tight in fury, brows knotted in a fierce scowl, eyes bloodshot with wrath, he cut down the demons in battle. Seeing his own army nearly destroyed, Kujambha left Dhanada and charged at the king of the Rakshasas. Meanwhile, Jambha, regaining consciousness, seized the attendants of the lord of wealth, capturing thousands alive and binding them with nooses. The demons took hold of embodied jewels of many kinds, along with divine vehicles and flying chariots by the thousands. Dhanesha, regaining his senses and seeing the dire situation, exhaled a long, hot breath, his eyes reddened with anger. Meditating on the divine Garuda weapon, he fitted an arrow to his bow and released it into the demon army. First, clouds of smoke emerged from his bow, then countless blazing sparks of fire. The weapon made the sky blaze with flames on every side, gradually becoming an unstoppable force of many forms. The world became formless, enveloped in darkness; then, in the sky, the radiance of the divine was seen purified. Kujambha, exceedingly powerful, perceived this and rushed forward on foot at Dhanada, roaring fiercely. Seeing the demon approach directly, the lord of wealth panicked and turned to flee. As he fled, his crown, adorned with jewels, fell to the ground, shining like the sun’s disk dropping from the sky. When their noble lord withdrew from battle, the valiant, high-born warriors resolved that it was fitting to die at the forefront of the fight, before his fallen ornament. Thus, the formidable Yakshas, eager for combat and armed with various weapons and missiles, surrounded the crown. Proud and wealthy heroes, attendants of the lord of wealth, stood there, and seeing them, the fierce and mighty demon was filled with wrath. He seized a Bhushundi weapon, terrifying in form and heavy as a mountain, and crushed the night-wandering guardians of the crown. Having scattered them, the demon placed the crown on his own chariot. Conquering the lord of wealth in battle, the foe of the gods triumphed. Gathering all the treasures, jewels, embodied riches, and living beings, the demon Jambha, lion among the Daitya kings, departed with his army. The lord of wealth, his hair disheveled, went dejected to the lord of the gods.