In the thick of battle, when Rama vanquished Trisira and his retinue of formidable demons, Khara’s confidence began to falter. Fear crept into his heart, and doubts swung wildly in his mind. Could he even survive this confrontation, let alone emerge victorious? A fleeting thought of surrender crossed his mind, for he knew that Rama, noble and just, might grant him mercy.
Yet the wrath of the demon kin from Lanka loomed over him like a storm— unforgiving, merciless, and ready to punish him with a death more excruciating than any he could imagine.
Worse still, the shame of capitulating to an enemy would haunt his clan forever.
Khara deliberated deeply: to fight was his only path to glory. Should he fall, his death would resound as a testament to his bravery. Resolute in this conclusion, he summoned every ounce of strength, strategy, and valor. With a mighty roar, he launched himself into a fierce battle against Rama, firing an arrow that streaked through the air like a fire-spewing serpent.
Riding his chariot with masterful dexterity, Khara displayed unparalleled skill, maneuvering with calculated precision while unleashing a torrent of arrows. As a Maharishi –an unapparelled warrior in the art of warfare –he created an atmosphere of defiance, inspiring the demon forces to rally with renewed confidence. Every soldier sought to surpass the other, their spirits inflamed by Khara’s prowess. Yet Rama, ever perceptive, saw through their desperation, realizing they fought not to defeat him but to preserve their pride.
Rama, unperturbed, positioned his Bow in a crescent arc and unleashed a storm of arrows, their fiery brilliance blotting out the sky like a curtain of flames the heavens themselves seemed to rain destruction as Khara retaliated, sending forth his own volleys The battlefield grew dark, and the sun’s rays obscured by a ceaseless exchange of arrows as if the cosmos itself has turned against them.
With calculated ferocity, Khara fired three legendary arrows. Nalika, Naracha, and Vikrarni—aimed to fell Rama though there was a mighty elephant. Armed to the teeth, Khara appeared like Yama, the God of death, descended upon earth. He believed the moment ripe –Rama fatigued from relentless combat with demon hordes, seemed vulnerable. Gathering his strength, Khara sought to seize the advantage.
But Rama, like a lion poised to leap, was unshaken. The two warriors resembled mighty lions, circling each other, awaiting the opportune moment to strike. Khara’s chariot, battered by Rama’s relentless assault, lay in ruins. Mounting a fresh chariot, Khara hurtled towards Rama, his movements akin to a moth
drawn to a blazing flame. with a deft shot, Khara severed Rama’s bow in two, then unleashed a barrage of arrows that shattered Rama’s armor in to fragments.
Khara in triumph, his war cry reverberating throughout the forests and mountains, terrorizing flocks of Birds and herds of animals. But Rama, undeterred, reached for a bow gifted by sage Agastya the divine Vaishnav Chapa. This celestial weapon radiated.
On otherworldly power as Rama strung it and unleashed a fresh hail of arrows. The golden flag of Khara’s Chariot was torn asunder, its shattered pieces scattering like sunlight across the battlefield.
Enraged, Khara abandoned all principles of warfare, raining arrows in a wild, unrestrained frenzy.
Rama, now truly infuriated, responded six precise shots aimed at Khara’s head, chest, and neck. To ensure the annihilation of Khara’s chariot and its steeds, he released thirteen more arrows. In a display of unmatched prowess, Rama shattered the chariot’s yoke, felled the horses, decapacitated the charioteer, and broke Khara’s bow, leaving the demon disarmed and exposed. Left with no choice, Khara leaped to the ground, wielding a massive mace. Divine beings, watching the battle from above rejoiced at Rama’s adherence to the dharma of warfare, marveling at his discipline and valor. There was no mere conflict between mortals and demons—-It was a cosmic struggle between ascetic order and demonic chaos, devotion and ego, harmony and disorder.
The clash revealed deeper truths, dividing the unbridled hunger of demonic forces from the serene contentment of sirehood’s the script of fate unfolded, and profound values and eternal beliefs came to light, shaping the balance of the universe.
The, coming days steeped destiny, would reveal yet another chapter in this grand design of cosmic order.
