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A clamor arose among the heroes, the clash of war was about to begin. Elephants roared and charged, their massive forms filling the ten directions, their feet shaking the earth, causing the serpent kings to rise and exhale fearsome breaths. The ground was soaked with the sweat of the soldiers and the foamy water from the horses' mouths. The sharp hooves of the charging horses dug into the earth, raising clouds of dust that choked the narrow paths. The garments and ornaments of the celestial nymphs were scattered and disarrayed. Seeing this mighty army, the kings of the Mlechchha clan exclaimed, "The sky is rent asunder by the thunderous roars of the enemy's army, their ranks are breaking, where is refuge, death has arrived, the enemy is everywhere!" The chariots, guided by their skilled charioteers, thundered across the earth, their wheels crushing the mountain peaks, scattering the moon and the red sandalwood trees into dust. The mighty kings, adorned with garlands of Mandara flowers, who conquer the mountain passes and river mouths, who subdue the ten directions, who ride in celestial chariots with Yakshas and Yakshinis, how can they be defeated by us? Ha-ha, after a long time, the destined time of destruction has arrived, the time when the great warriors, wielding their sharp swords and deadly wheels, will bring about the end of the world. Thus spoke the kings of the Mlechchha clan, their words as sharp and fierce as the swords and bows that surrounded them. The dust settled, the roar of the elephants subsided, and the battle began.