In the heart of the forest, as the sun dipped towards the horizon, the illustrious son of Gādhi, Viśvāmitra, gazed upon the scene before him with a stern expression. He turned to Rāma, his voice firm yet filled with urgency. "Enough of your compassion, Rāma; she is wicked and evil-doing." The yakṣinī, a creature once powerful through her dark magic, had become a destroyer of sacrifices, and the sage declared, "Let her be slain before dusk sets in." As twilight approached, the demons grew fierce, and Viśvāmitra's words rang in Rāma's ears. With unwavering resolve, he faced the yakṣī, who rained stones upon him in a furious assault. Demonstrating his prowess, Rāma skillfully blocked her attacks with a flurry of arrows, each one striking true and restraining her magical might. The yakṣī charged at him and his brother Lakṣmaṇa, a blazing thunderbolt of fury, yet Rāma stood undeterred. The gods, witnessing this valiant display, erupted in praise, exclaiming, "Well done, well done!" Indra, the lord of the heavens with a thousand eyes, expressed his delight, and the celestial beings gathered around Viśvāmitra, showering him with blessings. "O sage Kauśika," they proclaimed, "we are pleased by this deed. Show affection to Rāghava, and reveal to him the sons of Kṛśāśva, who are true in valor." They urged Viśvāmitra to impart his wisdom and blessings to Rāma, for a great task awaited the prince. As twilight deepened, the sage honored the gods, and a sense of joy enveloped him at the slaying of Tāṭakā. He embraced Rāma, his heart swelling with pride, and said, "O Rāma of auspicious appearance, let us stay here tonight. Tomorrow at dawn, we shall go to my hermitage." The son of Daśaratha rejoiced at these words, and that night, he found solace in the forest, now freed from its curse, which shone brightly like the resplendent Caitraratha grove. As dawn broke, the renowned Viśvāmitra smiled at Rāghava, his voice warm and sweet. "I am pleased with you, O illustrious prince," he began, "and out of great affection, I shall bestow upon you all the divine weapons." He continued, "With these, you shall conquer enemies on earth—be they gods, asuras, or serpents—subduing them in battle." With reverence, Viśvāmitra presented Rāma with an array of celestial armaments: the great Daṇḍa-cakra, the fierce discus of Vishnu, Indra's own discus, and the thunderbolt missile. He granted him the excellent trident of Shiva, the Brahmaśiras weapon, and the mighty missiles of Varuna and Narayana. Each weapon was a treasure, powerful and imbued with divine energy, crafted for the destruction of evil. The sage continued to bestow upon Rāma a multitude of weapons, each with its own purpose: the blazing nooses of Dharma and Time, the thunderbolts, and the various missiles that could summon rain or cause lamentation. Rāma received the jewel among swords, the beloved Gandharva missile, and many others, each one a testament to his valor and strength. As Viśvāmitra recited sacred mantras, the air around them shimmered with divine energy, and the splendid weapons approached Rāghava, eager to serve their new master. The sage, having purified himself and facing east, joyfully completed the sacred rite, entrusting Rāma with these formidable gifts. Thus, with the blessings of the sage and the gods, Rāma stood ready, a mighty warrior destined for greatness, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.