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The seventy-fourth chapter, with due respect and joy, is narrated as follows. The lord of the three peaks, Ravana, asked his beloved Mandodari, "Oh beloved, beautiful one, who knows if we will see each other again in this great and fearful war?"
The beloved replied, "Oh lord, may you always prosper and conquer your enemies. We will all see you return victorious from the war."
Thus addressed, Ravana, whose eyes were gazed upon by thousands of women, and whose radiance was immense, went out of the city.
As he went out, he saw a magnificent chariot named Indra, created by the art of illusion, shining like the sun in autumn.
The chariot was yoked to a thousand elephants, whose bodies were as dark as rain clouds, and whose radiance was like a halo. It seemed as if the chariot was aiming to conquer Mount Meru itself.
The elephants were intoxicated with madness, their cheeks dripping with saliva, their four white and yellow tusks standing erect, adorned with conch shells and fly whisks, their necks adorned with pearl garlands, their large bells ringing, resembling the divine elephant Airavata, and adorned with the colors of various metals. They were invincible, the very embodiment of humility, roaring like thunder, resembling a mass of dark clouds, and moving with a beautiful grace.
Ravana, whose arm was adorned with a beautiful bracelet, and whose radiance was like that of Indra, mounted the chariot created by illusion.
With his large eyes and unparalleled form, Ravana mounted the chariot, as if he were about to devour the entire world with his power.
Surrounded by ten thousand celestial kings, who were his equals, who served his interests, who were immensely powerful, who shone like the gods, and who understood his intentions, Ravana, the lord of the celestial city, prepared to face Sugriva and Ravana.