As the sun sank behind the golden crests of the mountains, an ebony veil of night enveloped the world, bringing a fleeting pause to the carnage. Yet with the first dawn, bright as liquid amber, the blast of war-trumpets and the thunder of drums echoed across the field, igniting a fierce clash where streams of blood soaked the earth.
Caesar arranged his legions, placing his son Saqil on the right flank while he himself commanded the left amidst war-elephants and drums. From the front lines, Goshtasp charged forth like a unleashed dragon. Seeing him, Elyas confessed to his counsel that Caesar's demand for tribute was well justified, for no king possessed such a fierce dragon at his gate. The two champions spurred their warhorses, hurling armor-shattering spears and deadly arrows. With a mighty lance-strike, Goshtasp breached Elyas's armor, dismounted him like a drunken man, seized him by the hand, and dragged him captive through the enemy ranks to hand him over to Caesar.
Sweeping through the remaining host like a hurricane, Goshtasp smashed the enemy forces. When Caesar witnessed this miraculous victory, he rode out with his army to meet the hero, kissing Goshtasp's brow and eyes, praising Almighty God. Returning in glorious triumph, they placed the royal Kiani crown upon the champion's head, as the people of Rum showered him with gifts and tribute.