A Supreme Grand Spell is the manifestation of a player's imbalance. It's a type of special skill that cohabits a player's playstyle that which they deem in a state of inequality.
As for Fargil, his countless losses despite the image of his victories along his desperation to protect his comrades became the foundation of his hope; recreating a skill using Maqirelle's skill parchment as a medium to connect magic worthy of his class an Astral Guardian, defender of the vast cosmos; in the game's text flavor of course.
"The eyes of the mountains are my vision, and the dark skies heed no lies..."
The skies above were darkened in hue, the cerulean atmosphere was filled by the void, the breeze of northern winds ceases its freedom, and thus; Fargil's spell was born.
"A whistling noise echoes apart; Andromeda's Canopy!" Fargil unleashed his Supreme Grand Spell at once.
The land began shaking, the trees were restless and the mountain trembled; revealing thorny black rose budding right exactly above Arasyal, and from the flickering core of the rose emerge a velvet eye, striking pillars around the circumference of the once bountiful Capital of Alfahim Kingdom.
As the blackened horizon envelops the atmosphere of Arasyal, the invading soldiers and knights prostrated as they scream, their knees weakened and their arms cramping over their torso crossing on their back as if they are experiencing infernal anguish they can't endure.
"What is...! Argh...! ARGHH!!!"
From street to street, across the compromised points and drawbridges in all directions; the invading forces were rendered useless by the black light coming from the velvet rose that surpasses that of the physical realm.
Even the recon enemy spell casters waiting outside the outskirts weren't spared of the dimmed light.
No matter where they are as long as they stand afoot Arasyal, as long as they are within the reach of the light of damnation and are enemies deemed by Fargil; they all return to the earth and suffer the despair of their mortality under the pressure of their unforgivable sin.
"The elite squadron of Zinonian forces are... brought upon their knees?! How could this be..." Akeela beholds the undeniable Supreme Grand Spell Fargil had invoked, her jaws separated in awe. She's concurrently present witnessing her allies getting rendered useless before the presence of the magister of green.
"Such an eerie spell...! But the flower is...!" Ranoa points her index finger above. Akeela and her were gawking at the giant pool of mana being pulled from the black rose's core, siphoning the very life essence of the enemy soldiers and knights until there is nothing left from their frail mortal shell.
"But how are we not affected? Am I not a commander for the zinonian army?" Akeela was curious since she was being showered by the black light and yet she was fine.
Turning his head over, Fargil grinned and touched her forehead for a second, and the silver vines wrapping around Akeela's limbs tightly vanished like a shadow.
"Ha. You do realize where you stand. I commend you for surviving the weight of my Supreme Grand Spell." Fargil said; confident Akeela won't attempt to escape without his permission.
Now that she's freed, of course, Akeela retaliated posthaste. She drew her sniper rifle from her spatial storage and pushed Ranoa away. Her intent was natural and clear, the muzzle of her firearm was spotted directly on Fargil's chest where his heart lie still.
"Just what are you? How are you so sure that I won't pull the trigger once you unbound me from your silver thorns?" Akeela flipped her crimson hair, sweat trickling under her sideburns.
She threatened the very man that singlehandedly disabled all the invading soldiers within the capital and hoped she could even assassinate him when she had already failed once.
Still, Fargil caresses her magitech firearm and kept his genuine smile saying, "The black rose that grows atop the highest mountain does never lie. The black light only punishes those who bear ill will towards me and Alfahim's people. And as for you, the answer is simple..."
"Simple...?!" Akeela was confused. She faltered as her finger was between the brink of pulling the trigger and the consequences of opposing the green magister she cannot kill.
"Either you came here to fulfill your mission as a commander, or you came here for the sake of someone special. My Supreme Grand Spell judges only the sinners but spares those whose heart overlights its darkened shadow." Fargil glared at Akeela, assertive and calm that no bullet could shoot him point-blank.
In truth, Fargil's internal sweating. He's afraid to get shot by any means but he'll surely flip from the pain of getting killed again. He knew the mortality and the immortality he had attained are completely separate factors and therefore he can feel tactile sense like the rest of the living.
The thrumming heartbeat that dances restlessly the same as the crown of the trees calmed down. Akeela sighed and pulled her sniper rifle's aim down the pavement.
Meanwhile, Ranoa breaks the incantation and magic circle she's chanting on her rear and places her hands between her chest to act innocent. She attempted to personally put down Akeela if ever Fargl hesitated, but things worked out correctly so she simply let her deadly intention slide.
"Argh...! What are you some kind of fortune-teller? You're right; I don't care about this war and the result in the end. I came here for a reason, and this fight is a stepping stone for it." Akeela confirmed her thoughts.
Akeela could leave the squadrons she's commanding for the sake of her purpose. Siding with Fargil changes nothing except her allegiance, even if it means betraying the Goldendusk Republic's expectation even for a replaceable commander like her.
"Good. Now we're talking. But first, the final phase of my grand spell will mark the rise of Alfahim. See it well, let the history unfold before our very eyes!" Fargil declared, his arms spread out like a bird free from his cage.
"You mean there's more?!" Just as Akeela thought Fargil's spell was meant to annihilate the invading forces, she learned there's more to what she doesn't know.
As the black rose above grew immense absorbing the life essence of unnamed soldiers and knights, Fargil flicked his fingers and the magic circle below his feet layered on a single circumference; becoming a single runic ring that's written in an ancient language that even with Ranoa's knowledge and Akeela MOD couldn't decipher.
"The canopy of the velvet queen would always protect my home at the cost of thousands of lives... Come forth!"
His words heed his spell, the black rose's core imploded, and its flowery petals shattered in a particle of majestic ethers, enveloping Arasyal entirely under an erected barrier that prevents invaders from ever setting foot upon the glorified kingdom of green.
"Andromeda's Canopy... My ultimate defensive skill projects ultimate protection. Now that the joint armies of Goldendusk and Farasia can no longer overtake Alfahim, it's time to check the internal status of the kingdom and meet her again..."