He leapt swiftly from his chariot, his ornaments blazing with light, the sword in his hand gleaming like a lotus bud against the sky. With that mighty blade, his long arms swept in all directions—sideways, behind, below, and above—striking down the faces of his enemies and severing them wherever they stood. His lips were pressed tight with fury, his brows knotted in a fierce scowl, and his eyes, bloodshot with wrath, blazed as he cut down the demons in the midst of battle. But then, as his own army neared destruction, Kujambha abandoned his fight with Dhanada and charged furiously at the king of the Rakshasas. Meanwhile, Jambha, regaining consciousness, seized the attendants of the lord of wealth, capturing them alive and binding them by the thousands with nooses. The demons took possession of jewels of every kind, as well as divine vehicles and flying chariots in great numbers. When Dhanesha recovered his senses and saw the devastation, he exhaled a long, hot breath, his eyes reddening with anger. Focusing his mind on the divine Garuda weapon, he set an arrow to his bow and released it into the demon army. First, clouds of smoke billowed from his bow, followed by countless blazing sparks of fire. The weapon then set the sky ablaze with flames on every side, gradually swelling into an unstoppable force of many forms. The world itself became formless, shrouded in darkness; yet in the sky, your purified radiance was seen. Kujambha, the mighty demon, perceived this and, roaring, rushed forward on foot at Dhanada. Seeing the demon advance directly upon him, the lord of wealth was seized by panic and turned to flee. As he ran, his jewel-adorned crown slipped from his head, falling to the earth and shining like the sun’s disk tumbling from the sky. When their noble lord withdrew from battle, the valorous and high-born warriors knew it was proper to die fighting at the forefront, before the fallen crown. Thus resolved, the formidable Yakshas, eager for combat and armed with many weapons and missiles, gathered around the crown. Proud and wealthy heroes, attendants of the lord of wealth, stood their ground; and at the sight, the fierce demon was filled with wrath. Kujambha seized a Bhushundi weapon, terrifying in form and heavy as a mountain, and with it he crushed the night-wandering guardians of the crown. Scattering them, he took the crown and placed it on his own chariot; thus, having conquered the lord of wealth in battle, the foe of the gods triumphed. Taking all the treasures, jewels, embodied riches, and living beings, Jambha—the lion among the Daitya kings—departed with his army, while the defeated lord of wealth, his hair disheveled, went dejected to the lord of the gods. Then, Kujambha joined the son of the night-wanderer, the lord of the Rakshasas, who relied upon his unfailing, dark magic and entered the battle. He bewildered the lord of the Daityas, enveloping the world in darkness; the eyes of the Daityas and their forces became useless, and they could not move a single step. Then, a rain of various weapons fell upon the great Daitya army, whose mounts were afflicted by thick, fog-like darkness, and they were struck down. As his forces fell, Kujambha’s mind became confused. At that moment, the Daitya king Mahisha, dark as the clouds at the end of an age, created the Savitra missile, blazing and adorned with a mass of meteors. As the Savitra missile expanded, it utterly destroyed the intense, dreadful darkness. Then, a missile marked with sparks dispelled all the gloom, making the world shine clear, like an autumn lake filled with blooming red lotuses. With the darkness gone, the Daitya lords regained their sight and, fierce in intent, performed a wondrous feat with their armies against the gods. Out of anger, they unleashed their weapons, and, employing the serpent-missile, took up dreadful bows and arrows like venomous snakes. Kujambha charged at the deployed army of the Rakshasa king; seeing him advance with his followers, the lord of the Rakshasas responded. He struck with sharp arrows, dreadful as cruel serpents, so swiftly that the drawing, aiming, and releasing of his bow could not be seen. With arrows as quick as thought, he cut down the showers of arrows sent at him and, with an exceedingly sharp, beautifully wrought shaft, struck the banner of the foe of the immortals. With a broad-headed arrow, he brought down his opponent’s charioteer from the chariot-seat. Witnessing this deed of Kujambha in battle, the king of the Rakshasas was filled with fury. His eyes bloodshot with anger, the Dānava leapt from his chariot and seized a sword, clear as the autumn sky. He took up a shield adorned with a crescent of ten golden bosses and, with great force, charged at the lord of the Rakshasas. As he approached, the lord of the Rakshasas struck him in the chest with a mace, weakening him and throwing his mind into confusion. The Dānava stood motionless, like a steadfast mountain. After a moment, the exceedingly formidable lord of the Dānavas regained his composure. Mounting his chariot, the Rakshasa seized Nirṛti by the hair with his left hand, while the Daitya pressed his knee upon him, holding him fast. Enraged, he prepared to cut off his head with the sword, but in that very moment, the god Varuṇa, lord of the waters, swiftly intervened, binding both arms of the lord of the Dānavas with a noose. Thus, with his arms tied, the Daitya’s strength was rendered useless.