Dewi Sokawati paused for a moment, recalling what she said in the past. "Throwing out the ugly is the same as throwing out the good, Begawan.

The realm of waiting was filled with emotion. The clouds opened like the petals of roses. All closed their eyes. The words echoed in silence. Their lust was extinguished.

Prabu Arjunasasrabahu ordered his soldiers to send his chariot and tie Rahwana to the back of the chariot. He drove the chariot himself and sped back to Maespati.

Soon after Pancasona had departed, Rahwana lost all his power and fell to the ground. He looked helpless and exhausted. His body shrank back to what he had been.

The war had broken out around the valley, but the celestial power was a protective blanket that shielded the nature, keeping the valley free from the war atrocities.

Finally, the time came. He came down from his waiting place in Mega Malang, diving into the mouth of the Ganges River, which had turned into a battlefield.

In front of Rahwana, Sumantri felt that returning to Jatisrana was so beautiful. He became undeterred by death, because for him death and life were no longer apart

Many victims had already fallen by the time Sumantri arrived on the battlefield. On the Maespati side, the kings of Candrakestu, Swantipura, Soda and Kalinggapati had died.