When the moon ascended her silver throne and three watches of the dark night had elapsed, the thunderous cries of the Iranian sentries echoed through the shadows, proclaiming the eternal fortune of King Goshtasp. Upon hearing these bold shouts, the heart of Kahram, son of Arjasp, grew cold with terror and his spirit darkened. He rushed to Andariman in dismay, questioning who dared utter such ill-omened words so near the royal bedchambers in the dead of night. Suspicion and dread gripped the Turanian commanders, who feared an enemy within their gates or a surprise attack from without.
As the pale light of dawn broke over the horizons, Esfandiyar the Invulnerable marched forth, clad in steel and wielding his heavy ox-headed mace. At that moment, Esfandiyar's champions hurled the severed head of King Arjasp—the slain conqueror of Lohrasp—directly before the Turanian ranks. A agonizing cry of grief tore through the Turanian army as Arjasp's sons wept bitterly, watching the bloodied scalp of their sovereign roll in the dust. Realizing their center was shattered and their king destroyed, the Turanian host flung themselves into a desperate battle of ruin.
Blood surged like waves at the gates of the Brass Fortress as blades clashed and heavy maces shattered helmets. Esfandiyar himself charged into the thickest of the fray and confronted Prince Kahram. The two warriors locked in fierce combat, but Esfandiyar seized Kahram by his girdle, hoisted him high off his saddle, and slammed him heavily to the earth. Kahram was bound in chains while his broken army scattered like dry leaves. At the gates of the fortress, Esfandiyar ordered two high gallows erected, hanging Kahram and his brother Andariman upside down. He then sent torchbearers across the realm, setting the cities of Turan ablaze until the power of the enemy was utterly extinguished, after which the prince called for wine to celebrate his triumph.