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## The Eighth Chapter
A great battle ensued, filled with valor and courage. The cowardly were struck with fear, while the brave sought glory by sacrificing their lives. ||207|| Seeing his army demoralized by the Yakshas, Dashaanan (Ravana) took charge, determined to hold the battlefield. ||208|| As he approached, his white umbrella shielded him from the sun, making him appear like a dark cloud with the moon shining upon it. His bow, adorned with Indra's rainbow, resembled a dark cloud charged with lightning. His crown, adorned with countless jewels, made him look like a thunderous cloud, veiled in brilliance. ||209-211|| The Yakshas, their eyes wide with fear, lost their strength and turned away, their resolve crumbling in an instant. ||212|| The Yaksha foot soldiers, their hearts filled with terror, began to flee in disarray, creating a deafening roar. Many Yaksha leaders rushed to the front of their armies, rallying their troops to face the enemy once more. ||213-214|| Dashaanan, like a lion leaping through the sky to destroy enraged elephants, set out to destroy the Yaksha leaders. ||215|| Fueled by the wind of his anger, the fire of Dashaanan's weapons blazed through the forest of the enemy army. ||216|| There was not a single man left on earth, in a chariot, on a horse, an elephant, or in a flying machine, who had not been pierced by Ravana's arrows. ||217|| Seeing Dashaanan approaching, Vaishravana (Kubera) was instantly filled with brotherly love. ||218|| He was overcome with sorrow and despair, just as the mighty Bhallu (Bhima) had been in the past, when he had engaged in the act of peace. ||219||