Back in the ACO days when Fargil first ascended to the top of the leaderboards, even before they have known his incredible supporting skills that exceeded the performance of the Sovereign-ranked players across Arkmeria, there was once a man known as the celestial reaper.
Keeping a distance from his adversaries and going in for the kill when he had the chance, the victims recount the last thing they see before they respawn is the shimmering hue of a crescent hook seizing their neck; instantly incapacitating them back to the shadow realm.
No one knew who he was nor what kind of class he cultivated besides Maqirelle, who easily recognize Fargil's abilities when they dueled in a no-holds-barred fight.
In truth, Fargil refused to use his class specialty to prove he doesn't need his cultivated skills to win a fight. But during border and base capturing, he'd hide his identity under his cloak and lay waste to his enemies all by himself without the help of his allies.
Now that Fargil deemed his circumstances to worthy to let his skills run rampant; he grinned and materialized a fetter shrouded in gold stardust, and at the end of the chain is a crescent-shaped hook meant to subjugate a target at long distances.
There was no more running away. A step takes him to the truth, and to that end, Fargil would bring out what he's really become, of course, remembering that the world he settles was no longer the same simulated reality he played before.
In ACO, he can mindlessly kill anyone carrying the thought they would eventually respawn again.
But in the World of Arkmeria, once he kills, there will be no respawns for his victim.
Once Fargil takes the blood of his kin; he would become a cold murderer regardless of his justification.
Knowing there was no turning back, he clenched the celestial chain in his hands bearing the sin of mortality. Fargil chose to move forward not to avenge the people of his kingdom nor save them from the invaders; he simply wanted to meet Maqirelle once more before he can decide what he should do upon the longing inside of his heart.
"I promised that I will tell my name to her... And yet... And yet I...!" Fargil voice reverberated across Arasyal.
The celestial chains coming out of his hands let out a deafening metallic noise ringing aloud, to which he raises and sweeps his right hand; the shackles' hook was thrown at the speed light so fast the crescent edge pierced the commanding soldier's scapula enveloping around his alloy pouldron.
"I'll give you one last chance... Bring your army away from the Alfahim Kingdom, and I promise no one will die today." Fargil came prepared. He's magnanimous enough to give the soldiers who ravaged his favorite home city in Alfahim an option to escape.
However, soldiers were also welcome to face death for glory and pride.
A death wish praying for the stars, the commanding soldier foolishly clenches the hook that punctured his shoulder blade, though, his hands were scorched to the bones as the shackles itself is made from a surge of pure celestial ether.
"Argh...! All soldiers and spellcasters, open fire!"
At the resounding order of their commander's resolve, spellcasters drew magical circles up in the air, and the soldiers reload their firearms brimming in pure mana derived from their magic; firing a storm of magic and bullets meant to eradicate the three of them knowing that a fellow commander stays amidst the firing range.
The rain of bullets and projectiles coming at them overshadowing the blue skies had made Akeela lose hope, reflecting that her own allies would never even consider saving her despite her loyalty to the Goldendusk's military.
She had almost forgotten she was no more than a disposable commanding soldier which they can replace later on, and that compels her to remember her position aside from her title as a Zinonian Commander.
[ I see... I am just a tool they can throw aside... I guess this will be my end. I bet even that Fargil guy can't conquer the allied forces of the Goldendusk and Farasia... We're all doomed. ]
Akeela's thoughts were transparent, accepting her imminent death at the hands of the allies she gave her existence and loyalty for. She acknowledges her naivety and accepts defeat, except, a familiar voice replies inside her head aloud.
[ Conquer... Ah... Conquer! That word takes me back... How could I forget the main gameplay of ACO? ]
[ F-Fargil?! Wait a minute! This is a telepathic network for those connected to MOD! So you're hearing what's in my mind?! ]
Akeela was discombobulated, beyond shocked that Fargil hijacked the telepathic platform of her Magitech Operation Device.
[ No time to explain. Thank you for reminding me of my purpose, Akeela. And regarding what you said about yourself earlier... A tool will only be a tool if it's already thrown... But it would be a different story if it's fetched by someone else. ]
Fargil can't just stand by and let Akeela drown in her pessimism. He said those to her so Akeela can decide what she was going to do now that she finally learned her purpose as a soldier.
Yet, for Akeela, hearing Fargil's voice inside her telepathic world was a romantic declaration of affection that she misunderstood. Yearning for Fargil's strength to become stronger, she became more attached than the obsession she seeks under his warm protection.
Nevertheless, it was as though time had resumed, Fargil lets the Cosmic Shackles in his hands to splinter in the celestial fire of his class proficiency as an Astral Guardian.
"Throwing aside your ally in order to achieve your tainted goals... You guys are no conqueror!" Fargil pulled the chains with both his hands, snagging the commanding soldier under his iron fist, to which he yanked his shoulder and roughly grabbed his face.
In the heat of the battle, punishing the commanding soldier was as easy as taking candy from a kid. Everything went fast because of his superior status, though, the incoming bullets and projectiles will penetrate them on impact at 2.5 seconds so he had to conjure one of his iconic astral skills.
Chanting the very incantation of the celestial runic spell, Fargil stepped his foot onward and drew a layered magic circle below his feet. The stars align, and he invoked the protective spell he had kept under his sleeves at the extant second before the collision.
"Jupiter's Shelter!"
A massive celestial barrier has been erected around them.
The reflective outer layer shook upon impact along with the billowing fumes shrouding the barrier.
Accomplishing what they were told, the soldiers and spellcasters poured a never-ending assault without even considering that two of their commanders were captivated by the same guy they were attempting to subdue.
They continued their open fire upon Fargil hoping they would eliminate him, yet not even a scratch dented the barrier he erected, let alone subjugate them completely.
The echoes of wars howled across all of Arasyal, the drawbridges from the Eternal River's fort had opened and reinforcements came swarming the streets and trees in utter devastation.
However, as the smoldering flames had settled and the transparent barrier became clear; the enemy forces ceases their incursion seeing their commander being held by the green mage on his neck.
"I tell this one more time, I'll heal your wounds so you can take your invading military out of Alfahim Kingdom and never set foot here ever again, or I'll genocide you and your army in the name of defending our home."
Fargil calmly negotiated with the commander of the squadrons assaulting them. He would always choose peace over violence, though, the latter would always be the last draw.
"In the name of my country... I will not surrender! You may kill me now, but the Star of Aram will surely kill you!" He's gritting his teeth, assuming Fargil wouldn't kill him noticing his fellow commander, Akeela, was captured.
"Is that so? It's a shame... Really."
The commanding soldier asked for his death and Fargil merely respected his resolve. But glimpsing Fargil's glare sent a cold death sentence that traverses his spine, changing his final decision even if he's too late.
"W-Wait! I'll command my squadron to fall back so I–"
"Begone."
Fargil should be a support, naturally, yet sometimes he knew he had to pull the gun on his own so he can properly protect what he cares for.
And so a celestial reaper pulling the stars from the skies, Fargil yanked the chains in his hands and shattered the commanding soldier's scapula, ripping his shoulders open as blood splattered all over the barrier's inner wall.
He threw him aside and punctured his heart with the tip of the crescent hook; instantly killing him on the spot.
The rest of the allied battalion from Goldendusk and Farasia witnessed how one of their commanders was easily slain. They shivered as they still hold their rifles and magical wands, their feet froze; complacent that they had won the war.
"I'll tell this again; leave the Alfahim Kingdom and never come back here again. And as for those who had taken their weapons to oppose me; come at me. I declare that once you fight me, I will do the same to your nations and kingdom!"
Rendering a bloodcurdling speech amongst the invading forces after killing their commander for the purpose of sending a message, Fargil takes up his stance and spins the hook in circles as it glimmered radiantly; willing to annihilate anyone that opposes him after showing his mercy upon his foolish foes.