Chapter 250: Hueco Mundo.

Chapter 250: Hueco Mundo.

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[Third Person. POV.]

The vastness of Hueco Mundo, with its desolate sandy landscape under a perpetual crescent moon, a world of hunters and prey, seemed eerily silent right now, more so than normal. This solitude was deceptive, more than anyone imagined, for beneath this stillness, a war was brewing.

Seated in the Throne of Las Noches, Aizen was seen talking with his subordinates, Gin and Tousen, when a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught his attention. A pulsating reiatsu, distinct yet scattered, permeated the expanse of Hueco Mundo, hinting at the arrival of some very powerful entities.

Aizen smiled.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Urahara had purposely allowed him to feel the reaitsus coming, before masking them.

"It seems we have guests," Gin remarked, whistling.

Aizen smiled, "It appears so. And not just any guests; the very heart of Soul Society has come knocking at our doorstep."

Aizen knew that if Urahara had wanted to truly hide this invasion from his eyes, he could've, at least temporarily, which was more than enough to make a surprise attack, meaning it was part of his plan to be detected.

Tousen frowned, "It is unlike Urahara Kisuke to make such a brazen move. It's rash."

Aizen leaned back, pondering the implications. "Yes, it's not like him, which makes it all the more intriguing. Either he has a card up his sleeve that he believes can guarantee victory, or desperation has led him to take a gamble."

The winds of Hueco Mundo howled outside, carrying with them the scent of an impending storm. I could sense it, the electricity in the air. This was the calm before it, the breath one takes before diving into the unknown.

I stood, adjusting my robes, and walked towards the vast window that framed the never-ending horizon of Hueco Mundo. As the sands shifted and danced to the tunes of the wind, I whispered to myself, "Let this war begin, Adam. Show me what you're truly made of."

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[Adam C. POV.]

A gentle breeze blew through the vast desert, stirring up the sand that seemed to shimmer under the white moonlight of Hueco Mundo. In the midst of this nothingness, I felt something, a prickling sensation at the base of my neck, a feeling I'd become all too familiar with.

I paused, my gaze fixating on the horizon. The energy felt familiar, a blend of magic and spiritual pressure. I took a deep breath, feeling a subtle pull towards the source of that spiritual/magical pressure.

I knew this presence.

"Selene," I murmured, almost to myself.

"Adam?" Toshiro questioned, his sharp gaze observing me.

I held up a hand, signaling for silence, which seemed to annoy him, however my focus was unwavering. As the seconds passed, the sensation grew stronger, the pull more compelling. Was she seeking me out?

Lost in thought, memories of our previous encounters played out in my mind. Her enigmatic smile, her fierce combat style, the moments where our ideologies had clashed, and now... this.

It seems Aizen had recruited her, though knowing her there was no way she was with him willingly.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips. It seemed the universe had a way of ensuring my life wasn't mundane.

The atmosphere tensed as I braced myself for the inevitable reunion. Selene was calling me, seeking me out. And our next encounter was about to unfold.

The reason I'm here, fighting a war that isn't my own, but also the reason I'm alive... huh, I don't know what to feel about that. Angrily grateful?