Taylor had been camping out in this field for weeks, but there wasn't any sign of a big battle happening anytime soon. Fuck, maybe it won't happen… Also, now that I think about it… Regular people are probably not happy about all the weird shit that's going on… The rest of the supernatural world might have to obey the rules of the level eighths, but all it would take is some whispering in the wrong ear… Some ‘these bastards invaded your country’ or some ‘are you going to sit there and take it while they rule over you’… After that and some launch codes… Boom, we’re done… And it would all be according to the rules… Taylor thinks as he takes another puff from his blunt.

“Fuck, Taylor! Can you put that away for a second? The battle’s about to happen!” Sylvie exclaims as she grabs the blunt and throws it onto the ground, before pulling Taylor to his feet.

“What? The battle?” Taylor asks, confused before looking around. There were people running all over the place and getting ready for something. “Fuck.” Taylor exclaims as he spreads out his spiritual sense. “Fuck!” He exclaims again as he senses thousands of vehicles making their way to this location. “Oh shit. Hey, Sylvie, do my eyes look red? I don’t want to look bad for the big fight.” Taylor says, still pretty high.

Sylvie grimaces. “Yes! Your eyes are super bloodshot! But you’re going to have to fight as you are. Just stay out of sight and try not to draw attention. Let Tasha do the talking.” She says before wiping the dust off Taylor’s clothes and wiping his face with some saliva. “It will have to do. Come on.” She says as she grabs Taylor’s hand before beginning to look for Tasha.

Taylor smiles. Am I going to a fight? Or is my mom taking me for a playdate? He thinks, amused.

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Standing a few hundred meters away was a huge group of people. There seemed to be at least a million people and their energy and battle-intent could cause a heart attack for normal folk.

They clearly came ready to fight and the pressure bore down on everyone there.

Tasha leaps forward, ahead of the large group of naturalists, landing on the ground, ready to speak. “It doesn’t have to be this way! There is more than enough room on this world for all of us! Please open your hearts! We don’t have to fight!” She calls out, making her plea known.

The president of the cultivation association, who’s loved ones Taylor previously threatened to soul-fuck, steps forward. He simply smirks and ignores the desperate request. “Where’s Taylor? Come out you big bastard! This whole fucking thing would have went smoothly if not for that asshole! But now. Now we have to destroy our friends who he’s lured to his side! Don’t be a bitch, Taylor! Step out so I know where you are! You’ll be the first to die by my hand!” The cultivation association president demands.

Taylor’s bloodshot eyes widen. Holy fuck! How did I get called out!? He thinks anxiously before looking to Sylvie.

Sylvie frowns, and doing what she could, she smoothed out Taylor’s messy hair before pushing him forward.

“Fuck!” Taylor exclaims as he’s dislodged from his hiding place.

The sudden movement caught the president’s attention. “There you are, you fucking bastard! Do you have anything to say for yourself asshole? This could have been a clean job! Just a little genocide and we’d have been fine! But no! The asshole who’s slaughtered hundreds of Naturalists decided to grow a conscious! And now we all have to do this dumb fucking song and dance! Every single fucking person here!” The man exclaims with clear annoyance and anger.

Taylor frowns. “Ignore him everyone! This is going to be fun, I promise! And some of you might reach the eighth stage!” Taylor yells out, still clearly baked.

“Like the fucking devil whispering on your shoulder! Taylor, just have some fucking honor and walk up so I can execute you cleanly for everyone to see!” The president calls out, enraged.

“Sorry, president! I’m kind of a bitch! If you want me on my knees you’re going to have to buy me dinner first!” Taylor calls back.

Against many people’s better judgement, they couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, I guess the time for words is over. Prepare for your fucking deaths, scum!” The president yells before giving the signal.