For seven somber days, the young Manuchehr remained swathed in deep mourning for his slain ancestor Iraj, his eyes streaming with tears and his visage pale with grief. Yet on the eighth dawn, he cast aside the mantle of sorrow and placed the radiant Kiani crown upon his brow, ascending the throne of the Iranian realm. As the royal diadem settled upon his head, the champions of all the earth raised their voices in acclaim, welcoming the new dawn of sovereignty.
Manuchehr proclaimed his royal decree to the assembled nobles: that his reign would combine stern vengeance against evil with tender mercy for the righteous. Backed by Divine Providence and the eternal Kavian Banner, he warned that his blade would cut down any ruler across the seven climes who preyed upon the poor, abandoned the true path, or succumbed to greed, deeming such oppressors worse than Ahriman himself. Yet despite his awe-inspiring power, the young king humbly declared himself a mere servant of the Almighty, pledging to walk steadfastly in the footsteps of his glorious ancestor, King Fereydun.
Deeply moved by his words, the great paladins pledged their absolute devotion. Sam the World-Champion stepped forth from the ranks, praising the King's wisdom and reminding him that the crown was his divine birthright. Sam vowed to ride across the world, battle every hostile threat, and drag enemy chieftains in chains before the imperial seat so that King Manuchehr might rule in peace and joy. Graciously bestowing royal jewels upon the mighty warrior, Manuchehr accepted his pledge, inaugurating a brilliant era of justice and heroic splendor.