Skandapurana 7.10.27_7

7.10.27_7

The best among the Vasus, assuming a fierce form, / burned their manifold armors and heads, making all directions resound. / While they cried out 'Alas, alas!' there, the Lord Bearer of Oblations, / burning with his tongue, O Vyāsa, shone like a lamp stationed in a cave. / Burning the faces of some of the Dānavas, / like blooming lotuses, that enemy of darkness possessed great radiance.