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The army, adorned with the banner of the victorious, flowed like a river of jewels, united with the king, and filled with the sound of drums. It rushed towards the west, spreading everywhere, unable to be contained. The foam from the horses' mouths illuminated the battlefield, which was also drenched with the musk of elephants and adorned with banners and flags. The air was filled with the sound of songs and the voices of charioteers. The sky was blocked by umbrellas, and the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
The bees buzzed, the yaktails swayed, the celestial beings moved about, and the women sang. The god of love, Kamadeva, was everywhere.
The king, who crushed trees, shattered mountains, and absorbed water, had declared...