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## Forty-fourth Chapter
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Then, the valiant and fierce Hemaangad and others, armed with chariots, filled all directions with the sound of their bows, their anger unyielding. They rained down arrows like a storm of fire upon their enemies, their determination unwavering until their targets were struck.
The valiant warriors, led by Anantasen, blocked the enemy's arrows, and with the speed of the wind, they drove their chariots like ships across the sea of battle.
The horses of the chariots were scorched by the fire ignited by the clash of weapons from both armies. How could the valiant endure such intense heat?
In that battle, the weapons of both armies shattered each other. Not a single weapon reached the enemy, such was their skill in wielding their weapons.
It was truly astonishing that in this battle, none were slain, none wounded, none victorious, and none defeated. Was this even a battle?
Even after fighting for a long time, they could not defeat each other. Victory in this battle was only possible for Jayakumar, for it was difficult for anyone else to achieve victory.
Seeing all this, Jayakumar, with a smile, showered the army of the Chakravarti's son, Arkakirti, with arrows.
Seeing his army faltering, the Chakravarti's son, Arkakirti, his eyes blazing with anger, like the petals of a red lotus, declared, "Today, the enemy will not win, I will win. I will kill Jayakumar in this battle and establish a pure glory that will endure in the world for eternity. Today, I will increase the lineage of the Nathendra, and by conquering the goddess of victory, I will enjoy happiness."
And all the enemies, unable to withstand Jayakumar's victory, fell upon him like moths drawn to a flame.