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In my right hand I hold the stone of connection, in my left the sword of reality. The shepherd with black hair rests on his chair, clouds of color gather, and the hunt for the ibis begins.
When Unohana Retsu shook off her dizziness, Matsumoto Rangiku had already used the spiritual tool Urahara Kisuke provided to reopen the black cavity. Reiatsu thickened sharply in the surrounding air. As Rangiku's voice fell, the rift tore open, revealing the abyss within.
"Everyone, prepare to move. The captain has already begun his battle, and we must not fall behind."
Her gaze lingered once in the direction of Las Noches before she stepped decisively into the black cavity. The others followed. Grimmjow, suppressed beneath Unohana's Bakudō, was shoved in after them.
Meanwhile, in Hueco Mundo's inner desert, Moyu walked alone across the endless white sands. He did not need to strain his perception; the massive palace ahead loomed like a mountain of bleached stone, a beast crouching in the dunes. Its presence pressed against the senses with suffocating weight.
"So this is Las Noches." Surprise flickered across Moyu's eyes. The palace dwarfed his expectations. For miles around, not a single Hollow stirred—only desolation and silence, the air broken by the cry of wind scouring the dunes. He did not hesitate and advanced straight toward the fortress.
Suddenly, a heavy Reiatsu surged beneath the sand. A deep tolling sound reverberated like a buried bell.
"Stop, intruder!"
A voice bellowed as the dunes heaved upward. "I am Lunu Gangka, guardian of the sands, ordered by Lord Aizen himself to defend this place. None may approach Las Noches!"
The desert writhed to life, white grains rushing like a living tide. From it rose a colossal body shaped from sand, towering over Moyu like a hill, its bulk sealing the path.
Boom.
Moyu's Reiatsu burst outward. Air collapsed under the pressure, detonations echoing like chained explosions. The sand-colossus staggered, crushed flat against the ground with no dignity left. The quicksand writhed, but Moyu's eyes stayed cold. A slight increase in his spiritual force made resistance meaningless.
"No… impossible… why…"
Lunu Gangka's warped face surfaced from the shifting dunes, feral with disbelief. Moyu did not answer. Reiatsu swelled once more, and the guardian's soul shattered, body collapsing into nameless sand that rejoined the desert.
"To fail without even recognizing the gulf in strength… that itself is sorrow."
Without breaking stride, Moyu pressed forward until his hand touched the outer wall of Las Noches. The sheer scale struck him again, the towering white stone rising endlessly, radiating oppressive weight.
"I can't sense Ulquiorra's Reiatsu… my perception should cover the entire palace, yet I find only lesser Fracción." His eyes narrowed. "No matter. I'll see soon enough."
He spread his palm across the wall.
Boom.
Kidō flared and tore a new passage. Moyu did not bother with the gates; if roads did not exist, he would carve them. He entered, indifferent to the ruin left behind.
The corridors within were dim, lined with pillars that stretched into shadow. The place exuded a strange gloom, its silence heavier than the desert outside. Any normal soul would feel suffocated here.
Moyu advanced through chamber after chamber until he emerged into a vast space resembling an ancient colosseum. Darkness pressed in again. Hollow Reiatsu swelled, saturating the arena.
Clack. Clatter.
Measured footsteps echoed from the opposite tunnel. Beams of colored light flickered and fixed on Moyu's form.
"An intruder… a Shinigami of the Soul Society." The voice was hoarse but clear.
The dark veil could not obscure his vision. Moyu saw the man plainly—short golden-brown hair, a black eyepatch covering one eye, mask fragments on his brow. Handsome features twisted into a savage sneer.
"Kuchiki Moyu."
Hearing his name from this stranger's lips drew the faintest flicker of surprise.
"You know me?"
He searched his memory, but had never seen this man before.
"Lord Nnoitra fought you once," the Hollow snarled, muscles swelling, Reiatsu erupting. His voice cracked with fury. "I will avenge Master Nnoitra! Strike, Diente-Ga!"
In a flash his visage warped, face elongating into the snarling head of a boar. Moyu recognized the name instantly—Dessler Lindkurutz, Nnoitra's Fracción.
Reiatsu condensed in Dessler's single eye, scarlet light flaring into a Cero.
"Go to hell, Shinigami!"
The crimson beam tore across the arena, ripping stone apart, sound thunderous as it drowned the space. Dessler roared, pouring all his hatred into the blast.
But his triumphant glare froze.
What—?!
His pupil shrank to a needlepoint. Moyu stood calmly, one hand raised. No Reiatsu gathered in his palm, yet the Cero bent, its trajectory veering aside as though deflected by inevitability itself.
Boom.
The beam sheared into stone, shattering pillars and walls. The devastation confirmed the strength of the attack, yet the man it was meant to destroy remained untouched.
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