When the shadow of war loomed over the realm, a wise and noble lady of King Goshtasp’s court clad herself in Turkish armor and mounted a swift charger. Riding tirelessly day and night, she condensed two days' journey into one, hurrying from Balkh to Sistan to deliver fateful tidings to the King. Upon reaching Goshtasp, she shattered his complacency with news of an unimaginable calamity: the Turanian hordes led by Arjasp had breached Balkh-e Bami, murdered the venerable King Lohrasp before the city gates, and stormed the sacred fire temple of Nush-Azar. There, the blood of the priests extinguished the holy flame, and the King’s beloved daughters, Homay and Beh-Afarid, were dragged into bitter captivity, stripped of their crowns and jewels. Overcome with grief and fury, Goshtasp cast down his crown, abandoned his throne, and dispatched urgent summons across every corner of the kingdom. Warriors clad in iron helmets and bearing heavy maces rallied to his banner. The Iranian host marched from Sistan toward Balkh, where Arjasp spread a Turanian army so vast it covered the plains from sea to sea. Arrayed for titan combat, Farshidvard commanded the Iranian right wing with lion-like ferocity, while the valiant young Bastur held the left, and Goshtasp anchored the center. Opposing them were Kahram the swordsman and Kondor under Arjasp’s command. For three agonizing days and nights, the earth shook beneath horse hooves and iron maces, while arrows rained like storm clouds. Streams of blood stained the battlefield crimson. Farshidvard engaged Kahram in deadly single combat and barely escaped with his life, severely wounded. Catastrophe struck the heart of Iran as thirty-eight of King Goshtasp's noble sons fell slain upon the blood-soaked earth, casting the King's destiny into absolute darkness.