With keen arrows, the warrior assailed Prahlada, striking him in all his vital places. He pierced the noble Prahlada in the heart, the arms, and even the face, demonstrating his martial prowess. Then, with a single arrow gleaming like a crescent moon, he severed his opponent’s weapon. Without pause, he strung his bow with great speed and unleashed a shower of sharp arrows. But the supreme person, undaunted, cut down the bow with a razor-edged arrow. Swiftly, he also cut apart whatever new weapon Prahlada raised. When Prahlada seized a fierce, long, and sturdy club made entirely of iron and began to whirl it, the great sage shattered it mid-air with a broad-headed arrow. Undeterred, Prahlada hurled a heavy mace with great force, but his adversary, skilled and resolute, split it into ten pieces so that it fell, broken, to the ground. Again, Prahlada hurled another weapon at the best of men, but the righteous one cut it apart. The mighty ascetic, powerful in his austerity, saw his weapon sundered by a razor-edged arrow. Then, arming himself with more arrows, he sought to defend himself, O Nārada. But the lord, with a broad-headed arrow, struck the ascetic of Surata in the heart. The ascetic fell onto the floor of his chariot, and his charioteer quickly bore him away from the field. Yet Prahlada was not defeated in spirit; taking up a strong bow, he returned to the fray, ready for battle once more. Then his opponent addressed him: “Go now, O lord of the Daityas. We shall resume our battle come morning—perform your daily rites.” So Prahlada departed to the sacred Naimisha forest and there performed his daily rituals. That night, he pondered deeply on how he might overcome his cunning adversary in battle. Yet, for a thousand divine years, the demon could not prevail against the god. At last, Prahlada, clad in yellow garments, approached and spoke: “Today I am unable to conquer; tell me, what is the reason for this?” He was told, “That wise and excellent Brāhmaṇa is to be honored, even by gods and demons on the battlefield. How, then, can a vow made by such a one be unfulfilled? Therefore, O Viṣṇu, before you I shall perform bodily purification.” Having bathed his head in reverence, Prahlada stood, singing praises to the eternal Brahman. A voice instructed him: “Go—you will conquer him not by battle, but through devotion. By your grace, even Indra has been conquered—what of Dharmaja? None can stand against your favor, O unborn one; what can I do? He has undertaken austerity to establish righteousness. You will defeat him through devotion; therefore, serve Dharmaja.” Filled with joy, Prahlada summoned Andhaka and spoke: “This kingdom, which I now relinquish, accept it, O mighty-armed one.” Prahlada himself then journeyed to the sacred hermitage of Badarikā. There, with hands joined in reverence, he bowed at the feet of the great ones. He was asked, “For what reason have you bowed here, O great demon, without conquering me?” Prahlada replied with devotion: “For you are Nārāyaṇa, the infinite one, clad in yellow, O Janārdana. You are the imperishable, the great lord, the eternal, the supreme person. The learned, having completed their studies, recite your name, and those engaged in sacrifice worship you. You are the great fish, the horse-headed one, and indeed the noble tortoise.” Thus, Prahlada’s heart overflowed with reverence, recognizing the divine in his erstwhile adversary and surrendering himself in devotion.