Post by Ladon on Jul 24, 2015 23:39:57 GMT -5
He plunged his blade into the sand, shaking it to help dislodge the last of the blood clinging to its surface before tearing it free. Hueco Mundo. It was really how they had described it. An eternal night. The air itself felt heavy with energy and the stink of hollow Reiatsu flooded every inch of his senses. His blade twisted into its shikai form on its own, the shorter blade simply appearing in his offhand. Even his Zanpakuto stirred in response to the energy. A good thing, too. He would need to bloody them before the night ended.
"Don't suppose you know the way, Jikan?"
"I have no idea. If its anything like the Seireitei look for a sea of spiritual pressure."
He ran, fast and silent across the sands in search of the densest cluster of spiritual pressure he could detect. There were two that stood out to him, one was within his grasp, close and seething. The other was so far into the distance that it seemed beyond his reach. He smothered himself, shrinking his spiritual pressure to the smallest, most irrelevant dot he could as he approached the nearest mass. He would have to rely on the process of elimination.
As he ran ever closer, the sea of energy swelled, growing larger and larger until it engulfed him. A large, fiery mass of energy that bubbled and boiled in the air around him. He could still see nothing but sand in all directions, yet the pressure surrounded him on all sides. Surely, this could not be the castle? He had heard tales, read reports. It was not something one could be drowned in without even seeing it.
"Do you hear that? Movement, from below."
"From what I understand, Las Noches is not an underground castle, this might not be i- DODGE!"
The word was screamed and his legs obeyed. Robert dove with panic and haste. He had felt the energy as soon as Jikan had spoken, and it was something he could not afford to be hit by. He had felt it a hundred times. A Cero. Sure enough, a mere instant after Robert dodged, a large crimson burst of energy tore through the sand where he had been standing. The very ground itself began to cave in from the force, revealing what had been lurking under his feet the entire time; Menos Grande. Thousands of colossal black Gillian with their identical masks and their pack fury.
The infamous forest of Menos.
The single Gillian's cero had stirred the rest into action, causing head after head to snap in his direction. Each swelled with power, their mouths opening as they began to condense their own ceros. In the span of a second, the forest of Menos was completely obscured by the swollen mass of red light that aimed at him.
He ran, faster and with more urgency than ever before. Robert hurled himself forwards, across the sands and away from the mass of attacks firing after him. He could strike down a Gillian, but not without hado. Hado that reeked of his Shinigami nature. Hado that would reveal what he was to the world. He would simply have to hope, hope against all reason that the mass of Cero being fired after him would not draw a response from the castle. Hope that nobody would investigate. He could not afford to be stopped so soon. He had to infiltrate, not siege. If he were caught, he would fight.
If he fought, he would die.
Even if that was a fate Robert had accepted, he would not go to the grave quietly. If he was going to die, he would do it kicking and screaming. Walkren had to be here. He had to be alive. He would find him and he would free him. Walkren would live. Yuki Would live. He would make some good out of this situation, and anyone who tried to stop him would die.
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