As the radiant sun crowned the horizon and the dawn painted the world in white gold, the scattered and grief-stricken host of Iran gathered in sorrow. Champions and seasoned warriors spoke in hushed, bitter tones of their turned fortune and the lamentable death of Prince Farud. Brother wept over the spilled blood of brother, and the names of lost kin filled the air. Knowing they could tarry no longer in that ill-fated realm, they turned back toward Kasa Rud, their hearts heavy with grief yet burning with vengeful resolve to seek King Kai Khosrow's command for a greater reckoning.
Meanwhile, Turanian scouts, finding the battlefield utterly deserted, dispatched swift messengers to Piran Viseh. At first light, Piran marched into the abandoned camp, which lay like a rich garden adorned with lavish tents, armor, and treasures—yet devoid of a single living soul. Piran stood awestruck at the unpredictable turn of fate, reflecting deeply upon the fleeting ups and downs of human existence, which grants joy in one hour and terror in the next. Resigned to the cosmic cycle, he sought solace in wine and celebration.
Piran dispatched a swift courier to King Afrasiab with news of the Iranian retreat. Upon receiving the tidings, the Turanian monarch was liberated from all fear. The cities of Turan erupted in jubilee; coins were scattered, and for two full weeks, the melodies of harps and lutes echoed through Afrasiab's royal hall. In the third week, Afrasiab unlocked his vast treasuries, presenting Piran with an incomparable robe of honor: golden belts inlaid with gems, noble Arabian chargers with golden bridles, Indian blades in gilded scabbards, an exquisite throne of ivory and ebony, turquoise litters, ruby crowns, Chinese maidservants, Roman attendants, and turquoise goblets filled with rare musk and amber.
Yet along with these riches, Afrasiab offered stern and strategic counsel. He bade Piran remain ever vigilant, consult closely with wise mobads, protect the march of his army, and send discerning spies to every corner of the world. Afrasiab gravely warned him never to drop his guard against the young King Kai Khosrow—now exalted in wealth and justice—and above all, to beware of Rostam of Zabulistan; for wherever Rostam leads the Iranian host, true rest becomes an impossibility for Turan. Accepting his sovereign's counsel, Piran turned his face toward Khotan. Thus ended the tragic tale of Farud, opening the chapter for the grand battle against Kamus of Kashan.