From that realm, Alexander advanced like the radiant sun until he reached the borders of Habash. The ground there was black with a dense host of people, looking like the feathers of a raven, their eyes glowing like lamps amidst the darkness. They were a powerful, towering folk of massive build, their bodies entirely naked. As the dust of Alexander's vanguard rose in the distance, a terrifying roar echoed from the dark throng, vibrating through the sky.
Without hesitation, the giant warriors of Habash surged toward Alexander's army. Using long bones instead of iron spearheads, they drove their weapons deep into the bodies of the Macedonian and Persian fighters, slaying many renowned champions. Seeing his ranks hard-pressed, King Alexander ordered his troops to brace themselves and unleash the full might of their arsenal. Though the naked warriors fought with the fierceness of lions, the imperial host overwhelmed them, cutting down countless thousands until the rest fled in dismay. So much blood was spilled that the plains turned red as the China Sea, and mounds of corpses piled up across the landscape. To clear the land, Alexander commanded that brushwood be heaped over the dead and set ablaze.
As night descended, a roaring sound shook the encampment. Alexander at once donned his mail and helm. Out of the darkness emerged the Karg—a colossal, horrific creature larger than an elephant, bearing a single indigo horn upon its head. Like a moving mountain of iron, the beast rampaged through the ranks, striking down champion after champion without ever retreating. Seeing its immense strength, Alexander ordered his archers to rain arrows upon it. A storm of shafts pierced the hide of the elephant-killing monster until it finally collapsed in death. Having overcome this night terror, Alexander gave boundless thanks to Yazdan, the Creator of the World, and swiftly led his army onward.