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We all felt it . . . the moment Ulquiorra died.
Sketched out on the sands as a mangled figure drawing, a wracked form laid punished by the position death had left him in.
For how long the dunes cradled his scarred corpse was void.
The skirmish between Nnoitora than that demonic shinigami ended hours ago. Starrk stole the girl, the enemy stealing off in an attempt to stop Aizen. He'd been left in the past with Nnoitora's rancid bones.
A burning swell and upturn of power made his eyes blare open. Fizzling out, the sensation was alien, staining the cosmos which made up Las Noches. Ash scattered among their world, drifting into nothingness. The ethereal lust was like a god falling.
The realization for more power . . . the unleashed potential . . . that was the most painful part.
A mutilated howl escaped somewhere within the sands, slipping in and out.
Silhouettes appeared before him, then disappeared. His lashes shut out the world, weakness devouring him.
It was half a memory, hardly a dream.
Aizen never returned.
It wasn't as if Hueco Mundo would collapse without Aizen's guidance. It was almost as if he never appeared in the first place. His haven never mattered to me.
Not until the Quincies showed up.
Faded turquoise eyes beheld three creatures, two shaking uncontrollably as they held on to one another before the Sexta, the child in front a protective shield, looking down at him with solemn grief. She knew he was dying too.
"M-Master Nel—!"
"Please, you can't!"
Wise beyond her years Nel spoke softly. "It's what Itsugo would do."