Above the yellow sands, there was almost nothing left but the sorrow from the hollowness within their hearts.
A sturdy figure sprang up from the Adjuchas's blind spot, leaping directly above the two combatants. Then, the figure spat a massive iron-gray spiked club from its mouth and brought it down viciously upon the Ink-black Longsword still lodged in the Adjuchas's head.
With a crisp, pleasant ring—
"Clang~!"
Immense force surged from the tip of the blade. Asano Kiyoshi looked coldly at the puzzled Adjuchas and said softly,
"It's over!"
As Asano Kiyoshi and Dondochakka exerted force at the same time, the longsword that had been stuck in the bone mask, unable to advance an inch, instantly pierced through the Adjuchas's proud defense and split its body in two from the head down.
"How is this possible..."
The Adjuchas felt its consciousness gradually blur, its body temperature rapidly fade, and the incomparably silent Hueco Mundo around it. Its heart was filled with unwillingness and hatred!
It fixed its pitch-black eyes on Asano Kiyoshi, as though it wanted to carve his face deeply into its mind.
It had only just emerged from the Forest of Menos. It had devoured the bodies of hundreds of its kind, experienced the pain of hundreds of souls, and bathed in the flesh and blood of hundreds of its brethren to obtain this hard-won rationality!
Everything had clearly been about to get better! Just when it thought it was about to regain its life!
The person before it had erased all its hope!
Yet this Adjuchas had forgotten that if it had not tried to ambush Asano Kiyoshi, it would not have ended up like this.
It simply hated Asano Kiyoshi from the depths of its heart, and that hatred allowed it to command its shattered body