After hearing the strange events surrounding Sāmba, the young men truthfully reported everything to King Ugrasena: a pestle had miraculously emerged from Sāmba’s womb. Ugrasena, recognizing the ominous nature of this pestle, ordered it to be ground into fine powder. The Yādavas carried out his command, and the powder, once reduced, was cast into the vast ocean. Yet, a fragment of the pestle remained—an iron shard shaped like a spear-head. This piece too was thrown into the ocean, where it was swallowed by a fish. When the fish was later caught and killed, a hunter discovered the iron fragment within its belly. Though Lord Krishna, known as Madhusūdana, understood the ultimate truth behind these events, he chose not to act against the destiny that had been ordained. At this time, a messenger sent by the gods—the wind itself—approached Krishna, bowed respectfully, and spoke in secret: “O Lord, I am sent by the gods. Along with the Vasus, Aśvins, Maruts, Ādityas, Rudras, Sādhyas, and others, Śakra (Indra) conveys this message to you. Please listen, O mighty one. “For more than a hundred years, you have descended to earth at the gods’ request, to relieve its burden. The wicked Daityas have been slain, and the earth’s weight has been lifted by your deeds. Now, the gods—no longer burdened—wish to dwell joyfully in heaven. O Lord of the universe, more than a hundred years have passed. If it pleases you, ascend to heaven now. The gods request you to remain as long as you desire, and to stay as is proper, along with those who live under your protection.” Krishna replied, “All that you have spoken, O messenger, I already know well. Indeed, I have set in motion the destruction of the Yadavas. Even now, the earth’s burden remains, for the Yadavas have not yet been removed. I will swiftly relieve this burden within seven nights. Just as I once raised the city of Dvaraka from the ocean and established it on land, so too, after withdrawing the Yadavas, I shall depart for the abode of the gods. Casting off my human form, accompanied by Sankarshana, I shall be regarded as having arrived, O Indra, but not by the other immortals. “Though Jarasandha and others, who caused the earth’s burden, have been slain, the race of the Yadus has not diminished even by a single child. Therefore, after removing this great burden, I shall go to the realm of the immortals for its protection; inform them of this.” Having received Krishna’s words, the divine messenger bowed to him and departed swiftly to the king of the gods, Indra. Meanwhile, Krishna beheld, day and night, wondrous and terrible omens manifesting on earth, in the sky, and in Dvaraka city—signs portending destruction. Seeing these, he addressed the Yadavas: “Behold these most dreadful omens. For your welfare, let us go at once to Prabhasa.” When Krishna spoke thus, the foremost of the Yadavas, the great devotee Uddhava, bowed and addressed Hari: “O Lord, instruct me now as to what I must do. I believe that the Blessed One will soon withdraw this entire lineage. O Achyuta, I perceive the signs that portend the destruction of this clan.” Krishna replied, “Go, by the divine path arising from my grace, to the holy hermitage of Badari on Mount Gandhamadana, the sacred place where Nara and Narayana dwell. With your mind fixed on me, and by my grace, you will attain perfection there. I shall ascend to heaven after withdrawing the clan. “When I have abandoned Dvaraka, O Ocean, you will flood it. Except for my own house, let all be submerged; out of fear of me, the waters will spare my abode, where I shall remain, wishing for the welfare of my devotees.” Thus instructed, Uddhava bowed to Krishna and swiftly departed for the forest of austerities, to the abode of Nara and Narayana, with Krishna’s approval. Then, all the Yādavas mounted their swift chariots and journeyed together to Prabhāsa, accompanied by Krishna, Rama, and the others. Upon arriving at Prabhāsa, the Kukuras, Āndhakas, and Vṛṣṇis, urged by Krishna, indulged in great drinking. As they drank, a quarrel arose among them, fueled by mutual contention and excessive boasting. A fire of conflict was born, bringing destruction. Maitreya, curious, asked, “O best of brāhmaṇas, as each was enjoying his own, what was the cause of their quarrel? And what was the reason for their conflict?” Parāśara explained: “As they argued, ‘My food is delicious, yours is not,’ a dispute arose over what was tasty or not, and from that came conflict and quarrel. Their eyes reddened with anger, they approached one another and struck each other with weapons, compelled by the force of fate. When their weapons were exhausted, those nearby seized stalks of eraka grass. The eraka grass, when grasped, appeared like thunderbolts; with these, they struck each other in a most dreadful fight. Pradyumna, Sāmba, Kṛtavarmā, Sātyaki, Aniruddha, and others, as well as Pṛthu and Vipṛthu, Cāruvarmā, Cāruka, Akrūra, and many more, struck one another with the eraka stalks that had become like thunderbolts. Hari (Krishna) tried to restrain the Yādavas, but they regarded Keśava as an ally of the eraka grass and continued to strike each other. Even Krishna, angered by their actions, took up an eraka stalk in his fist, which, for the purpose of destruction, transformed into an iron club. With it, he struck down the wicked Yādavas, and as others rushed upon each other, they too slew one another. Thus, the great lineage of the Yadavas met its end, fulfilling the destiny ordained by the gods and witnessed by the Lord himself.