High upon the heights of Mount Zibad and Gonabad, the lookouts watched as the horizon billowed with cyan dust, dark as a moonless night. Gostahm, leading the forward guard of the Iranian host, welcomed Goudarz with praise, reporting that their lines remained intact. Yet suddenly, a staggering cry echoed from the lookout posts: the glorious Kavian Banner flamed across the sky like violet silk, flanked by standards bearing dragons and the sacred Homa. But as the lookouts gazed closer, grief and horror seized their hearts—tied across their steeds lay the slain, blood-drenched bodies of Piran-e Veyseh and his ten formidable champions.
When word reached the Turanian camp, Piran's brothers, Lahhak and Farshidvard, rushed to the vantage point. Seeing their magnificent brother—the pillar of Turan—slain alongside the ten chosen warlords, they wept bitterly, tearing their garments and casting dust upon their heads. They lamented the cruel turning of Fate that had brought such a noble lion to a bloody end. In their despair, they swore to cut their own throats, yet they halted as Piran's final testament rushed into their memory.
Piran had explicitly warned Farshidvard before his duel with Goudarz that if he fell, his brothers must not perish in vain or sacrifice the host. Instead, they were instructed to escape through the trackless desert to preserve the bloodline of Veyseh, while the remaining army sought quarter (zenhar) from Goudarz and King Kay Khosrow. Returning to the encampment with bleeding eyes and roasting hearts, Lahhak and Farshidvard found the Turanian troops standing like a flock abandoned by its shepherd, realizing that with Piran gone, their strength was shattered and surrender was their only salvation.