Having escaped his pursuers, Ardashir reached the turquoise shores of the sea. Kneeling upon the coastal sand, he raised his heart to God, offering praise for his salvation. Rested from the journey, he summoned an old, wise mariner. As the weathered sailor beheld Ardashir’s towering stature, radiant countenance, and unmistakable royal Far (Divine Glory), he recognized the prince as a descendant of ancient kings. Overjoyed, the mariner swiftly launched his boats onto the waters to spread the word.
News of Ardashir’s presence echoed across the lands, drawing crowds of warriors and nobles from every mountain pass and maritime border. From Istakhr came those of Babak’s noble line, alongside descendants of Dara from distant provinces. The hearts of elders turned young with hope as sagacious counselors and fierce swordsmen assembled around the young champion.
Ardashir addressed the glorious assembly: "Who among you has not heard of the villainy of Alexander, who in his wickedness slew our royal ancestors and seized the world through injustice? Today, while I carry the sacred blood of Esfandiyar, Ardavan still occupies the throne of our realm. It is unjust to suffer this dishonor any longer! If you bind your hearts to my cause, I shall leave no throne or high renown to any rival."
At these words, the nobles—warriors of Babak and the proud House of Sasan—rose as one, pledging absolute devotion: "Our bodies and souls belong to thee! To thee alone belong sovereignty and martial glory. At thy command, we shall level mountains and turn the oceans red with the blood of thy enemies!"
Exalted by their fierce loyalty, Ardashir’s head reached beyond the stars. On those very shores, he founded a splendid, thriving city that became a center of industry and prosperity. Soon after, a wise Mobad counseled the king: "To break the power of the tribal kings, thou must first secure Pars. Once Ardavan is overthrown, none shall stand against thee." Ardashir embraced this wisdom and, as the dawn light broke over the peaks, led his army toward Istakhr. Meanwhile, news reached Bahman, son of Ardavan; his soul grew dark with dread, and without hesitation, he mobilized a formidable host for the impending war.