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The Seventy-Seventh Chapter
The mighty demon Maya, filled with rage and adorned with armor, quickly set out for battle, accompanied by his armored ministers. His spirit soared high. He reached the palace of the king of Lanka, the abode of the glorious Harinakeshi, like the sun.
Mandodi, his daughter, rebuked him severely, saying, "Father, this is not your duty. Do not plunge into the ocean of sin."
"Have you not heard the proclamation of the Jain dharma? If you desire your own well-being, then be merciful and calm."
Hearing his daughter's words, which were for his own good, the demon king Maya calmed down and restrained his weapons, like the sun retracting its rays.
Covered in impenetrable armor, adorned with jeweled earrings, and his chest adorned with a necklace, Maya entered his own Jain temple.
Meanwhile, the princes, resembling surging oceans, arrived, their speed like the wind, stripping the palace of its towers.
These valiant princes, eager for great destruction, broke through the fortified gates of the tall tower and entered the city.
As they arrived, the city was filled with cries of "They've come! Run! Where shall I go? Enter your homes! Alas, mother, what has happened? Father, father, look! Good people, save us! Brother, what, what? Why, why? Noble son, return, stay! Alas, alas, great fear!"
The city was filled with the terrified cries of its people, overwhelmed by the fear of the ten-headed demon.
One woman, in her extreme panic, stumbled over her fallen garment, tripped over it with her own foot, and fell to the ground, her knees broken.
Another woman, her clothes slipping from her grasp, was in a state of utter panic, holding her child close, ready to flee.
Yet another woman, her large pearls scattered in her haste, was running like a swift cloud, a streak of lightning.
The sounds of panic and fear echoed throughout the city.