In the sacred fire-sacrifice hall, a wondrous gem had been placed, radiating an aura of mystery and power. As the valiant Nila arrived at this place, he descended from his chariot, his feet touching the earth with purpose. The moment he alighted, an astonishing event unfolded: from within the gem itself, fierce warriors of terrible intent sprang forth, armed and ready for battle. These warriors did not come alone; they emerged with chariots adorned with banners, noble horses, sharp arrows, shining swords, sturdy shields, mighty bows, and quivers brimming with arrows. Countless and unconquerable in battle, these formidable fighters burst forth, breaking through the confines of the gem. Among them stood fifteen great and valorous leaders, their names echoing with power and renown: Suprabha, Diptatejas, Surashmi, Shubhadarshana, Sukanti, Sundara, Sunda, Pradyumna, Sumana, Shubha, Sushila, Sukhada, Shambhu, Sudanta, and Soma. These were the jewel-born commanders who now took charge of the assembled forces. Soon, the mighty Virocana appeared, surrounded by his vast and formidable army. The jewel-born warriors, eager and well-armed, rushed into the fray, their bows gleaming with golden brilliance and their arrows tipped with the finest jambunada gold. Swords flashed, maces and spears crashed down, and the tumult of battle filled the air. Chariots faced off against chariots, elephants against elephants, horses against horses, and foot-soldiers of great valor clashed with their equals, each striving for supremacy. The battlefield became a stage for countless duels as heroes challenged one another, arrows flying and weapons wielded with fierce skill. The conflict grew terrifying, a storm of violence and courage. In the midst of this chaos, the king’s minister was struck down, losing consciousness and, with his followers and entire force, departed for the abode of Yama, lord of death. The fall of this unconquerable minister spurred the king himself to action. With his own army, the fierce and splendid Durjaya advanced, his forces gleaming with jewels and glory. A great slaughter befell the king’s army as battle raged on. As news spread of the king’s son-in-law fighting valiantly, the troops pressed forward. Among the assembled warriors now stood the Daityas, arrayed for war: Praghasa, Vighasa, Sanghasa, Ashaniprabha, Vidyutprabha, Sughosha, Unmattaksha, Bhayankara, Agnidanta, Agnitejas, Bahushakra, Pratardana, Viradha, Bhimakarma, and Viprachitti. Each of these fifteen mighty Asuras, armed with supreme weapons and accompanied by an entire Akshauhini of troops, prepared for the struggle. The great magicians in Durjaya’s army engaged the jewel-born leaders, their vast military divisions clashing with thunderous force. In the thick of battle, Suprabha struck Praghasa with five arrows sharp as venomous serpents. He pierced Vighasa with three blazing arrows, while Surashmi struck Sanghasa with ten. Shubhadarshana wounded Ashaniprabha, Sukanti struck Vidyutprabha, and Sundara targeted Sughosha. Sunda attacked Unmattaksha with five swift arrows, severing his bow with a sharp, curved shaft. Sumanā struck Agnidanta, Suśubha struck Agnitejas, Suśīla struck Bahushakra, and Sumukha struck Pratardana. Shambhu fought Viradha, Sukīrti faced Bhimakarma, and Viprachitti engaged Soma. Thus, a great and tumultuous battle raged. Despite their might, the Daityas, matched in number and skill, were ultimately vanquished by the jewel-born warriors. As the fierce conflict reached its peak, the sage Gauramukha performed sacred rites, using samit and kusa grass. The battle that unfolded was wondrous and terrifying, surrounded by many armies and nearly impossible to conquer. Observing all this, the sage stood at the doorway, lost in deep thought. Sitting in contemplation, he discerned the true cause of the conflict—the mysterious power of the jewel. Turning his mind to Lord Hari, the Lord of the gods, Gauramukha began to meditate upon Him. In response, the divine Lord appeared before the sage, resplendent in yellow garments and seated upon Garuda. He asked, “What would you have me do here?” With hands joined in reverence, the sage replied, “O Supreme Person, destroy this unconquerable and wicked force, along with its army and followers.” Thus addressed, Lord Hari released the blazing Sudarshana discus, the very wheel of time itself. In an instant, the mighty and invincible demonic host was reduced to ashes, utterly destroyed within the blink of an eye. The Lord then said to the sage, “In a moment, this force of the Danavas has been destroyed.” From this miraculous event, the forest came to be known as Naimisha-aranya, a place especially sacred to the Brahmanas. The Lord declared, “I, the Lord of Sacrifice, will dwell in this forest; I am always to be worshipped here by name. In the Krita age, these fifteen jewel-born leaders will arise again, O sage.” Having spoken thus, the Lord vanished from sight, and the sage Gauramukha remained in his hermitage, filled with supreme joy. Then, in the aftermath, the noble king Supratika heard that his son had been burned by the fire of the discus. Steadfast of mind, the king pondered deeply. As he reflected, a thought arose within him: “On Mount Citrakūṭa, Viṣṇu is always renowned as Rāma; therefore, I will praise the Lord of the universe by the name Rāma.” With devotion, King Supratika proclaimed: “I bow to Rāma, Lord of men, the infallible one, the ancient sage, destroyer of the enemies of the gods, embodiment of Śiva, the source, the great Lord, ever the remover of the distress of those who take refuge, adorned with splendor.