bookrebus Chapter 412 Hollow
Chapter 412 Hollow
"Why did you join hands with these Menos Grandes? What twisted ambition drives you to betray us all?"
Hearing Ukitake's question, Aizen glanced at him and replied calmly, his voice ringing with cold, absolute truth, "I did it to seek greater heights. Heights you can never comprehend."
Ukitake startled, and his brow furrowed, his face a mask of disappointment and sorrow, and he asked again, "Have you fallen so much, Aizen? Is this what you truly desired?"
Aizen glanced at everyone below, his gaze sweeping over the assembled captains with profound condescension, and spoke with an arrogant, booming voice that carried over the vast distance, "No one has ever stood atop the heavens before. Not me. Not you. Not the gods themselves. That throne has been empty for too long."
While speaking, he slicked back his hair, pushing the soft bangs from his face, and removed his glasses, the mildness in his eyes vanishing to reveal a sharp, cold intensity, crushing them in his hand. A massive surge of arrogant, overwhelming Reiatsu spread around Aizen's body, a physical wave that pushed back the Negacion, covering everything around. He added, looking at everyone below, his smile now a terrifying sneer of unassailable power,
"The vacancy of heaven's throne ends now because I will stand at the top from now on. I shall be its King."
As he bids farewell to the Shinigami and Ichigo, the Negacion beam pulling them up towards the darkness of the Kumon, Aizen admits he was amusing for a Human, a parting, final insult.
Alongside Gin and Tosen, Aizen is drawn fully into the Kumon, which closes behind him with a final, echoing whoosh of spiritual energy, but no one knew another figure, a mere shadow in the vastness of the sky, disappeared from the sky alongside three of them, following them into the black abyss.
Unending night covered the sky, a canvas of impenetrable, inky blackness that seemed to press down on the world. Below, the never-ending white desert with countless dunes spread in miles around, the endless white sand reflecting a faint, sickly moonlight. Suddenly, the void shook and opened like a pocket zipper tearing reality in two, a jagged, dark tear hanging in the air.
"Is this Hueco Mundo? The reishi concentration here is similar to the Soul Society."
Eero muttered, the air in the garganta's wake cold and dead, and walked out from the dark void gap, landing soundlessly on the surface of the dune. The coarse white powder crunched faintly beneath his feet.
He glanced around, observing the tree-like objects; they were not plants but rather quartz-like minerals, skeletal structures glowing with a dim, internal light.
"The moon here is on the opposite lunar phase of that in the human world." Eero muttered, looking at the light green moon hanging in the sky reversely, a strange, silent sentinel. The atmosphere itself felt heavy and oppressive, a subtle pressure on his senses.
Then he turned and glanced in the direction of the tower in the middle.
"No matter where you are in Hueco Mundo, you will see a round, pillar-like tower piercing the sky located in the middle of Hueco Mundo,"
Eero muttered and then walked toward the familiar broken ruins; he wanted to meet someone familiar, and then he would visit the Los Noches, the night palace of the hollow.
After flying for a while, a journey of silent, effortless speed through the dead air, suddenly he noticed a dim fluctuation, a tiny ripple in the spiritual air near some rocks hiding far away.
Eero stopped, hovering silently in the void, looking at the few figures far away playing behind the rock.
"Nel, now run away; we will catch you."
Suddenly, the thin arrancar with a mask spoke, his voice carrying clearly in the desolate silence. He was looking at the little girl with a tattered robe, which was covering her whole body. They were none other than Nel Tu and her two brothers and a huge worm-shaped hollow, which was their pet.
"Okay," Nel Tu suddenly spoke happily and then turned around, wanting to run.
At this moment, all of them froze, a stillness washing over them as Eero descended gracefully to the sand nearby, his presence a sudden, crushing weight of spiritual power. Eero looked at frozen Nel Tu below with a playful smile playing on his lips, an intriguing expression in his eyes.
"Who are you?" Eero asked intriguingly, his voice a quiet curiosity that held the undertone of absolute power.
Nel Tu and the two figures behind her shook, the spiritual pressure a cold, suffocating blanket. Then all of them knelt down at once, their forms trembling, and started begging.
"Please, Lord, don't kill us; we are just dung beetles. We will leave this area. Please show mercy."
Eero raised his brow, the spiritual terror radiating from his body an intentional device, and then shook his head, replying, "I am not here to kill any of you; just tell me what this place is. I don't know why I am in this place."
Nel Tu and others were startled and then raised their heads in surprise, looking at the handsome upper face of Eero because his lower face was hidden by a half-white mask, lengthy white hairs hanging on his shoulder behind him.
A white bandana piece below his mask covering his neck and floating behind him along with some strands of his hair, even if there was no wind, the long bandana extensions were floating behind him as if they were dancing through the storm, an aura of alien power clinging to them.
Eero was wearing white and purple clothes, and there was a small hole in the middle of his left palm. It was his complete hollow form; in this form, he was a complete hollow without any Shinigami and Quincy power.
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