तं भीतमिव चालक्ष्य दैत्यवीराश्च कोटिशः । नदंतोऽतिमहासेनं नानाशस्त्रैरवाकिरन्
taṃ bhītamiva cālakṣya daityavīrāśca koṭiśaḥ | nadaṃto'timahāsenaṃ nānāśastrairavākiran
Al verlo como si estuviera temeroso, millones de guerreros daitya, rugiendo, cubrieron aquel vasto ejército con una lluvia de armas de toda clase.
Sūta (Lomaharṣaṇa) narrating to the sages
Scene: Countless demon warriors surge forward, roaring; a dense rain of spears, arrows, and blades arcs toward Skanda’s vast army, filling the sky like a storm of iron.
When dharma appears vulnerable, adharma rushes in with noise and numbers—yet such aggression is not the measure of victory.
None; the focus is the escalation of the battle.
None.