A fierce and dreadful battle unfolded, sending chills through all who witnessed it. Warriors clashed with blows from spears, javelins, staffs, tomaras, and swords, creating a tumultuous uproar. The struggle intensified as combatants locked arms, grappling hand-to-hand and seizing each other's hair in a display of raw ferocity. In the midst of this chaos, the mighty messengers—possessed of terrible valor—broke the ranks of the rākṣasas. The piśācas, overwhelmed and slain, fled the battlefield, afflicted by the relentless violence. Cries echoed across the field: “Stop, stop! Where are you going?” and “I will not go; stand firm!” Yet, one taunted another, saying, “Fool, you did not hurl a weapon at me that could cause me pain.” The reply came, “What are you saying, O wicked-minded one? It is I who have crossed over in battle.” Suddenly, terrifying flesh-eating rākṣasas appeared, confronting the warriors. When these shape-shifting rākṣasas were broken, the army—both invisible and visible—was shrouded in darkness. Amidst this gloom, they beheld the trident-wielder, whose deformed eyes marked him as the destroyer of all living beings. Urged on by Citragupta, the messengers began to devour and strike their enemies. In desperation, the warriors cried out, “Today, O greatly fortunate one, protect us, Lord of the world!” But Fever, enraged and radiant, swept across the battlefield, attacking thousands of warriors. Fever dispatched blazing men, fierce as fire, commanding, “Burn these sinners quickly, with your power and might!” By Fever’s command, all the warriors, roaring like thunderclouds, struck with many blows and shining weapons. In this turmoil, Yama himself unleashed the battle. He approached the mighty Fever again and again, appeasing and soothing him with respect. Amidst the confusion, Yama withdrew, entering his own house to rest. Afterward, the Lord of Dharma, refreshed, approached Kāla, the great Fever, who was honored by all the worlds and the cause of anger and exhaustion. A proclamation was made: “We shall rule as we wish, as we have seen and as we have heard. I destroy all the worlds; I am the slayer of all—there is no doubt.” On that battlefield, sixty million rākṣasas were slain. When the battle finally ceased, Dharmarāja Yama himself presided. The messengers spoke with Citragupta, discussing both unwholesome and wholesome deeds, formed by the qualities of one's actions. They presented themselves to Kāla-cintaka, pleading, “Now arise! Stand! Forgive, forgive, O Lord!” Thus ends the two hundred and first chapter of the Śrī Varāha Purāṇa, named 'The Battle of Rākṣasas and Servants,' within the divine cycle of transmigration. Now begins the description of the results of the punishments of hell. I beheld a wonder there—a marvelous sight. Those who had been cast into hell before, indeed, were receiving the fruits of their actions. Many souls were tormented by the consequences of their dreadful deeds. Those of evil conduct, devoted to sin, merciless, and wicked-minded—those who had slain their father, mother, or cow, and were possessed of all faults—were condemned to terrible punishments. The lowest of men were cast into blazing fire, cooked in oil, or again in ghee and honey. Even the man who steals beds or seats, or who gives fire, faced the consequences of his actions. Thus, the fruits of sin and virtue were revealed in the realms beyond, as witnessed in the divine scripture.