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The 26th chapter: The army of the king, led by his chariot, marched out of Ayodhya, preceded by infantry, followed by cavalry, chariots, and elephants. The army, adorned with flags, surrounded the king's chariot, moving in an orderly manner. The roads, covered with golden dust raised by the chariots and horses, seemed to have been lifted up into the sky, unable to bear the weight of the army. The sky, filled with golden dust, shone like a cloth touched by the rays of the morning sun. The streets of the city, emptied by the departing people, resembled the shores of the ocean after the tide has receded. The women of the city, standing in the windows of their houses, showered the king with flowers, their eyes fixed on him. "Victory to you, O Lord, O Conqueror! Conquer the world and the ten directions!" Thus, the citizens of Ayodhya showered the king with blessings and paid their respects. Seeing the grandeur of Ayodhya, the emperor Bharat slowly approached the gate, adorned with jeweled arches. The king saw an endless sea of soldiers, stretching as far as his eye could see, in front of him, behind him, and on either side. The army, emerging from the city, the womb of the world, seemed to be struggling to pass through the gate, like a person trying to exhale after a deep breath. "Is this the water of the ocean, churned by the turmoil of the apocalypse? Or is this the birth of a new creation of the three worlds?" The gods in the sky, filled with wonder, watched as the army of the chakravartin spread out in all directions, like a fire consuming the city.