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The twenty-sixth chapter:
The army of the king, consisting of foot soldiers, chariots, horses, and elephants, marched forth in order, surrounding the king's chariot, which was adorned with flags.
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 courtyard touched by the rays of the morning sun and sprinkled with fragrant powder.
The streets of the city, emptied by the departing people, resembled the shores of the ocean after the receding tide.
The women of the city, standing in the windows of their houses, showered the king with flowers, their eyes filled with admiration.
"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 splendor of Ayodhya, the king slowly approached the gate, adorned with jeweled arches.
Before him, behind him, and on either side, the king saw an endless sea of soldiers, as far as his eye could see.
From the womb of the world, like a new creation, the army emerged from the city, slowly pushing through the gate.
"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?" Thus, the gods in the sky, filled with wonder, watched as the army of the king spread out from the city, like a wheel rolling forth.