With a gleaming blade in hand and a heart heavy with the unyielding memory of Siyavash, Kay Khosrow stood over the captured Afrasiab. The ruined monarch of Turan, perceiving his doom, cried out, pleading with his grandson to spare the life of his own blood. But Kay Khosrow, steadfast in divine righteousness, counted the horrors committed by the tyrant: the brutal murder of his own virtuous brother Aghriras, the decapitation of King Nowzar, and the tragic, innocent martyrdom of Siyavash whose blood cried from the earth. When Afrasiab begged to see his daughter Farangis one last time, Khosrow recalled how mercilessly his father had been slaughtered despite his innocence. Raising his Indian steel, the King of Iran struck off Afrasiab's head, staining his silver beard ruby-red with royal retribution.
Next was brought Garsivaz, the wicked instigator who had crafted the fateful basin and dagger that ended Siyavash's life. Dragged in heavy chains before the throne, Garsivaz wept tears of blood. Kay Khosrow invoked the sacred memory of Iraj, Fereydun, and Siyavash, and commanded the executioner to sever Garsivaz in two at the waist, casting his corpse atop his brother's. With the grand vengeance finally fulfilled and the earth cleansed of dark tyranny, Kay Khosrow made a holy pilgrimage to the great temple of Adur Gushnasp. For a day and a night, the king stood in weeping prayer before the Almighty Creator. He showered gold upon the sacred fire, instructed his treasurer Zarasb to bestow vast wealth upon the Mobads and the impoverished, and dispatched royal edicts across every kingdom of the world, announcing that the dragon of evil was vanquished and that justice and peace reigned supreme under heaven.