The president stares up at the purple light that engulfed the surroundings. No! This can't be happening! This is impossible! He exclaims in his mind.
In the air, Tasha floated with her arms outstretched, currently incapable of doing much else. The world had opened a channel to her body and energy was continuing to stream in and compress until she was full. But the energy continues to push, further and further, until the loud sound of a barrier breaking resounds in the surroundings, exploding into the air, causing the hundreds of thousands of people to pause and look up. A seal in Tasha mind had been unlocked and the energy was able to flow through her body, in her blood, through her skin, hovering around her and caressing her body like a lover, unrestrained.
Suddenly, several figures appear in the air.
Hanz watches this sight and smiles. He raises his hands and begins clapping. Seeing that most of the people there were stunned and didn’t have the mind to clap, he becomes annoyed. “What are you dumbasses doing!? Don’t you know a cause for celebration when you see one!? Start clapping!” He yells into the crowd of dumbfounded onlookers.
A little unsure at first, they began clapping, and clapping, and clapping, until the thunderous sound of applause engulfed the area.
A lady dressed in the robes of a goddess, smiles. “Okay, everyone! That’s a wrap! Good job! You can all go home now!” She calls out into the crowd as she looks down at them from the air.
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The president’s eyes widen in shock and restrained fury. “But what about the war!?” He calls out, dissatisfied with how this all turned out.
A bulky man in martial arts clothes waves his hand dismissively. “The war did its job. And now that it’s over, you can all go home. Good job everyone. Everyone here will be rewarded for their efforts.” He calls out, also allowing them to go home.
Taylor looks up into the sky. “Well, fuck. Is it done, just like that?” He asks, when suddenly he felt his own energy begin to stir.
Taylor had been gathering cultivation energy for some time and he was previously unable to take any more. Much of the energy was locked away and unusable by him, until he reached the seventh stage. And for that to happen, the world had to approve his advancement.
For Taylor’s cultivation technique, the Self-Manifestation Mantra, Taylor would only be able to advance to the seventh stage if the world recognized his will. Previously he had no idea what that meant, but when he heard about the war that would happen with the Naturalists, the idea was instinctive to him, and he knew what he had to do. If he was ever going to reach the seventh stage, he had to make his voice stand out, apart from the current flow in the world. As things stood at the time, it was very likely that the Naturalists would all be killed off, so Taylor, like a stubborn bastard, and an unruly child, decided to say, with a hearty and defiant voice, No! He wasn’t going to let them all be killed off, and he couldn’t let them all killed off, if he ever wanted to advance to the seventh stage. So he made his stand. And now… Now the world recognized his will.
Taylor floats into the air and the rumbling of thunder was heard, noticeably less in strength than what was just previously heard.
“Hey! Look! Someone else is advancing!” Someone calls out from the crowd. “What is that the seventh stage? Dude? Aren’t you embarrassed? That chick just advanced to the eighth stage and you decided that now was the best time to advance to the seventh stage?” He calls out, clearly describing the matter to everyone.
Taylor floats in the air and covers his red face. This is so fucking embarrassing. He thinks to himself.
“Boo! Your timing is a failure! Your level should be demoted to the fourth stage just for that!” Someone else calls out.
“Why does the seventh stage seem so unimpressive right now?” Someone asks in the crowd.
“I’m glad I’m not that dude.” Someone says.
Sylvie sees this and smiles. “Don’t listen to them, honey! You can do it!” She calls out with shameless enthusiasm.