"What did you say?!"
The twelve Thrones rose slowly to their feet, shock and disbelief written across their faces.
"The Cosmic Elder withdrew trust from us? What did we even do? He isn't responding to us at all!!"
"Is there some kind of mistake?! There must be an error somewhere!"
"I will enter the Soul Society immediately to see what's happening!"
"....?" Even Qarun deeply furrowed his brows, his expression darkening.
This was worse than even his most reckless and extreme expectations.
"I swear to you this truly happened," the mature woman spoke rapidly, her voice tense, then pulled out a glowing luminous disc. "You don't need to enter the Soul Society. It's everywhere already. Look!"
Shliiish
In the next moment, the image of a man who appeared to be in his late fifties manifested before them. Both of his eyes were blindfolded with a clean, dark cloth. He wore a simple, newly made robe with no luxury or decoration, and his right arm was severed from the shoulder.
