Taylor rushes behind the werewolf chief and hammers a flaming fist into its side, immediately causing its fur to catch fire.

The werewolf lets out a howl of pain and Taylor immediately backs far away from the enraged werewolf. This thing was strong enough to end him with a swipe of his claws.

Sylvie takes the opportunity from the distraction to flash forward with a raised hand. A beam of white light shoots forward and pierces the werewolf chief's heart, immediately ending its life.

Sylvie watches as the werewolf collapses then looks to Taylor and smiles. She walks forward and immediately notices the flesh that was missing from Taylor’s chest; the skin was stained green as if it was infected with something terrible. Sylvie frowns as she approaches, and leans in closer to get a better look. After looking, she stands straight and sighs. “What would you do without me?” She says with feigned regret. Sylvie raises a hand and a jar appears in her hand. She twists the lid and grabs some salve from the jar before applying a generous amount onto Taylor’s wound. The jar disappears and a bottle appears to take its place. “Here. Drink this and you’ll be fine.” She says as she hands Taylor the bottle.

Taylor smiles. “Have I told you I love you today?” He asks as he takes the bottle.

“That’s only the second time. If you don’t say it at least five times by the end of the day, I might have to reconsider our relationship.” Sylvie says with a smirk.

Taylor lets out a snort of amusement before opening the bottle and chugging it all down.

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Taylor whips his leg out and a flaming foot catches a stage 5 cultivator in the face, sending him flying as his body becomes engulfed in flames.

Taylor lets out a breath. Fuck, where’s my white light superpower. I haven’t seen that thing in ages and it just disappears immediately after. Taylor thinks, somewhat disappointed.

When Taylor first started cultivating, that white light had saved his life many times. But after a while, it just stopped showing up.

Taylor was disappointed but he understood it. His cultivation book had explained the matter as; If you faced off against a lover, your fist would be a gentle push, and if you faced off with what you considered to be a great evil, your fist would be like thunder striking from the heavens.

It wasn’t that long ago when Taylor ‘s ideals were sort of placed on a pedestal. He thought he had a clear understanding of what was right and what was wrong. But as his journey continued… Taylor realized that none of that really existed in a two-dimensional way. Everything was contextual. If Taylor saw a beautiful woman, got to know her, and the two of them fell in love with each other, that would be fine; it would be good. But if for some reason, that woman had a son, and he saw this as his mom trying to replace his dad… Then… Then it would be evil… The story was always told from many different perspectives, and each perspective had a perspective also had a purpose outside the event; it was also motivation for the future.

So as Taylor got older, he realized, hate was very much a rare thing for him. As he began to understand other people, and the reasons they did the things they do, he couldn’t even bring himself to denounce a lot of things. Among the few things he hated was when people fucked themselves. They get so caught up in a weird idea, that they don’t notice all the traps and bullshit on the ground; then, when they pull the trigger and reach for it, they end up fucking themselves. It was terrible, and Taylor saw much of it in his life. But that wasn’t really something you fight with your fist… That was a lesson people had to learn for themselves…

So, essentially, the boost from his white light superpower was pretty useless most of the time. If anything, it was a hindrance, because there was always the other side of that coin; Unfortunately, this means that when facing against someone who you want to win, your heart will choose to lose, and when deciding to kill someone who your heart wants to live, you wouldn’t be able to touch them with that intent even if you tried.

Taylor lets out a sigh. That’s going to fuck me later. I just know it. He thinks before rushing forward once again into battle.