With his right hand soaked in the blood of his prey, Fargil spins his crescent hook and embraced the invading forces with all his might; eliminating them as they come, ripping apart their bones and flesh as he paints the cerulean skies under the redness of his sins.
The supposedly joint army of Goldendusk and Farasia faced a one-sided massacre against Fargil. They perish the instance they hold their sword or take aim using their firearms, slaying them as they did to the innocent people of Alfahim Kingdom.
"Hey..." Akeela calls Ranoa, silver vines were restraining her tighter by just the speck of light radiating from Fargil's cosmic energy.
"..." Ranoa slightly look at her, then she turned her head away so she won't have to deal with an enemy.
"Hey! No snubbing! I just wanna tell you that I'm glad it was me that she captured for interrogation later. Aren't you afraid of him seeing like this?" Akeela spoke about what was on her mind, and she was able to garner Ranoa's attention.
The blooming death once again paints the cruelty of the human constitution. Ranoa glances at Fargil stacking up a mountain of corpses under his feet. Some soldiers and knights escape the scene, the rest were foolishly afraid to die yet they still engaged in a fight against the impossible they had never faced before.
No matter how cruel and unjust a war could get through experience and history, Ranoa can never argue that Fargil wasn't the same, but not entirely identical to what Akeela had supposed.
"No... I am not afraid of him. It's true I never know him, and I have no idea why he knew of my mother... But can you really judge him as a murderous killer when he's like that...?"
"Huh...?" Akeela listened to Ranoa and looked at Fargil once again. At first glance, she could see the murderous intent drawn from Fargil's grin, his crescent hook piercing right through the heart of his foes.
However, the softness of cruelty had always been hidden behind the roughness of action. Akeela widened her sight and perceived Fargil outside the way he fights. His perspiration, the slight second of hesitation every time he throws his hook; his facade shattering, and his teardrops vaporizing with the intensity of the celestial energy he's letting out says it all.
"He isn't enjoying killing at all... Fargil's tormenting his own! But for what? Is he really doing this for the people of this kingdom? He is... He keeps getting interesting."
It was then that Akeela realized Fargil had never relished the death of his enemies. And yet he kept paving a path of sin for the sake of protecting the weak, ultimately countering the idea of the strong trampling over the powerless just so he can keep the right thing that he had always known.
"Hmph. So you can also see his anguish every second he kills a Zinonian soldier and a Farasian holy knight? I ran away on my own so I wouldn't let the sacrifice of those who pushed me out of the prophesized end of Alfahim Kingdom... And here I am, witnessing the cruelty of miracle I never wished."
Ranoa was prepared to leave everything behind, her family, her belongings, her precious home where she grew up, and even the once glorious kingdom of green, Alfahim, just because of the prophecy her mother foretold.
A prophecy from the ancient scriptures stated the kingdom of green will eventually turn red. The lush expanding greenery shall be set on eternal fire. Its inhabitants, humans, elves, and faes will be ruthlessly slaughtered without knowing the reason why. A greater kingdom conquering the weak ones shall repeat the cycle of civilization, and from there, defeat was the last and only option.
The Alfahim Kingdom had always been the last amongst the leaderboard ranking even in ACO. Their economy was plummeting each day and their army was already weak, and it was truer even after 200 years, and someday, the neighboring nations will make a move upon the weaker kingdom.
Regardless of the result, Fargil was fortunate he had awoken on the day of Alfahim Kingdom's fall from his slumber as the Ancient Tree of Eonia.
"Ha... Fargil is strong, probably on par against the Secret Weapon of Goldendusk Republic. But I can tell even someone as tough as he has limitations. The soldiers he killed are merely just 10% of the joint forces. The elite battalion will come by dawn today and overrun the Alfahim Kingdom."
Even though Akeela had seen Fargil's talent and prowess firsthand, she still refuse to believe that a single man can really take on the fortified military of both Goldendusk Republic and Farasia Empire's Holy Knights.
No man is an island, they say. A proverb that proves one person can't do everything on his own. There exist no one who can vanquish hundreds of men, nor someone who can effectively defend himself while keeping others behind safe.
Such self-sufficiency should be impossible; except for the man who had attained the highest rank and became Top Player with his role as a support.
"That's true Akeela..." Fargil popped out beside Akeela and Ranoa, gasping non-stop, his crescent hook burning with blood.
"What the hell?! How are you here when there's someone who looks exactly like you fighting there." Akeela was flabbergasted. They turned over the drawbridge and they can still perceive Fargil was present on the battlefield fighting against the swarming soldiers.
Though, Akeela quickly cracked the code noticing the ring on Fargil's pinky finger was barely shimmering brighter than the rest of his rings. She thought it must be an artifact of some sort that can provide the illusion, and her guess wasn't that far off the mark.
"I'll explain later but that was my illusion. Anyways, you said the soldiers and knights here capturing and weakening the capital are around more than 10% of joint forces, is that correct Akeela?" Fargil had a change of plan.
He reckoned at first the Goldendusk Republic military and Farasia Holy Knights are already going all out their limit.
Their count far surpasses the usual number that invades during wars in ACO's tournaments since it's inefficient for him to fight all day long, plus, he had chosen the murder route just because he's pissed and he's letting his anger out upon them for invading the homeland he mostly spent his time during his golden age in ACO.
"It's true and I'm not even exaggerating. The Goldendusk Republic, the most technologically advanced country, signed a treaty with the Farasia Empire, the powerhouse of the Alfura Continent, agreeing that Farasia shall annex Alfahim provided Goldendusk would have a 20% share of resources after the war."
Akeela gladly told Fargil of the internal affairs and the reason for the Goldendusk and Farasia's invasion assuming he would put his tail between his legs and flee. She foolishly thought it would discourage Fargil's struggle, yet her demoralizing attempt had the opposite effect.
"Annex...? You call this the annexation of the Farasia Empire?! They are burning the kingdom inside out. They meant to eradicate the Alfahim, along with its history and people!" Fargil gritted his teeth, accumulating a large amount of mana in his hands.
"Fargil? Are you casting a spell?" Ranoa was the first to sense the upsurge of mana within a singular point, far more intense than the celestial spell Fargil was simultaneously casting during combat.
"It appears the predicament Alfahim Kingdom is in beyond the reach of my petty strategic skills... So I must do this... It's time to cast a Supreme Grand Spell."
Fargil declared. An expanding magic circle below his feet with complete runic symbols appeared inscribed with a high-level insignia bestowed upon the strongest and amongst the best of Alfahim Kingdom, for he hails from the kingdom of green in ACO and he will remain loyal to his home.
"Petty skills... Are you telling me you have more?!" Akeela's jaws drop, and the magic area scanner of his Magitech Operation Device blares, picking a high concentration of magic that could even rival the level of a Sovereign itself.