Amidst the swirling dust and violent clashes of battle, Prince Nushzad was struck down by a fatal arrow. As life ebbed away, the unheeded wisdom of Piruz echoed within his fading mind. Pale and pierced, he pulled back to the heart of his Roman allies. Addressing the warriors of Rome, he lamented bitterly, confessing that taking up arms against one’s own father brings nothing but sorrow, humiliation, and ruin. Summoning the Christian bishop, Nushzad poured out his aching heart in tears. He spoke of the dark fate that had brought him to this tragic end and bade the bishop send a swift messenger to his mother once his spirit departed. He asked that she be told of his passing, comforting her with the truth that all living beings are born to die in this transient world. Nushzad harbored no bitterness over his death; his only deep regret was having earned the displeasure of his royal father, King Kasra. Finally, he requested a simple burial according to the Christian rite, eschewing extravagant tombs, royal thrones, camphor, or precious perfumes—for he died a warrior's death, pierced by an arrow.