In the twilight of a forest thick with mystery, a fearsome yakṣinī loomed, her presence a tempest of terror as she unleashed a shower of stones upon the earth. Witnessing this chaotic display, the illustrious son of Gādhi, Viśvāmitra, turned to Rāma with urgency in his voice, urging him to abandon any lingering compassion. "Enough of your mercy, Rāma," he declared, "for she is wicked and a destroyer of sacrifices. She must be vanquished before the sun sets." As the shadows lengthened, Viśvāmitra reminded Rāma of the peril that twilight brings, when demons grow more formidable. With resolve, Rāma faced the furious yakṣī, who charged at him and Lakṣmaṇa like a blazing thunderbolt. Drawing upon his skill, Rāma unleashed a barrage of arrows, each one striking true, effectively restraining her magical might. The heavens watched in awe, and the gods honored Kākutstha, exclaiming their approval. Indra, the lord of the skies, rejoiced at Rāma's prowess. The celestial beings, filled with delight, turned to Viśvāmitra, showering him with blessings and urging him to reveal to Rāma the sons of Kṛśāśva, who were known for their valor. They recognized that a great task awaited the prince, one that would bring honor to the gods. As twilight deepened, Viśvāmitra, pleased by Rāma's triumph over Tāṭakā, embraced him warmly. "O Rāma of auspicious appearance," he said, "let us stay here tonight, and at dawn, we shall journey to my hermitage." Rāma, filled with joy at the sage's words, spent the night in the forest, which, now freed from the yakṣī's curse, radiated beauty akin to the divine Caitraratha grove. With the dawn's light breaking, the renowned sage smiled at Rāma, his voice sweet and warm. "I am pleased with you, O illustrious prince," he began, "and out of great affection, I shall bestow upon you all the divine weapons you will need to conquer your enemies—be they gods, asuras, gandharvas, or serpents." He proceeded to grant Rāma an array of celestial armaments, each more powerful than the last: the great Daṇḍa-cakra, the Wheel of Righteousness, the fierce discus of Vishnu, and Indra's own discus. Viśvāmitra continued, imparting to Rāma the thunderbolt missile, the excellent trident of Shiva, and the supreme Brahma missile. Each weapon was a testament to Rāma's might and destiny. The sage offered him two auspicious maces named Modakī and Śikharī, along with the blazing noose of Dharma and the noose of Time, designed to bind the forces of evil. He presented Rāma with a multitude of missiles, each imbued with unique powers and abilities, crafted for the destruction of the Rākṣasas and other foes. As he concluded the bestowal of these divine gifts, Viśvāmitra purified himself, facing east, and joyfully revealed the supreme collection of mantras to Rāma. These were the very weapons whose complete mastery was a challenge even for the gods themselves. Thus, Rāma stood, adorned with divine armaments, ready to embark on the noble path laid before him, destined for greatness in the annals of time.