What Are They Really Trying to Do?

Thirteenth Division barracks, shadow Spirit Particle space.

This was the reverse side of the real world, a gap beyond the reach of light.

The Wandenreich that had once stood here had long vanished with Yhwach's defeat.

Now, all that remained was a labyrinthine network of temporary passages constructed through Kurosaki Masaki's abilities, like an enormous spiderweb silently spread beneath every inch of shadow in the Seireitei.

Though crude, it was more lethal and efficient than that bloated empire had ever been. Through these Spirit Particle passages, everything happening in the Human World was as clear as the lines on one's palm.

"He believed it."

Ryuken Ishida stood at the edge of the shadows and adjusted his glasses. A cold gleam flashed across the lenses.

His gaze pierced through the barrier of space, watching Kurosaki Ichigo kneel on the ground and weep bitterly, as well as Shunsui Kyoraku and the others gathered around him, trying to use that grief to ignite the flames of war.

"What did it matter whether he believed it or not?"

Not far behind him, Kurosaki Masaki stood silently.

She wore the distinctive attire of an Espada. There was not a trace of color in her pale face, and her eyes contained nothing but lifeless emptiness.

Looking at the scene before her, Kurosaki Masaki only wanted to laugh.

It was this again.

No matter how much time passed, no matter who was replaced, this world always kept spinning through this nauseating cycle.

Ross was rotten. To witness a scene like this, he could trample over everything without the slightest hesitation.

She was rotten too. To stay alive, she had bowed and scraped before Ross in the name of protecting her family, only to watch them slide into hell one by one.

Isshin Kurosaki was rotten. In the