"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."
A strange buzzing like a swarm of bees suddenly came from all directions.
The wind howled. The small figures moved like the eye of a storm, weaving among one another until they formed a visible wall of wind that completely enclosed the entire area where Orihime Inoue stood.
"Hm?"
On his throne, Barragan frowned and looked toward the small figures forming the wind wall.
"Picaro?"
Barragan was no stranger to Picaro. After all, he had originally brought Picaro to his side to relieve his boredom.
"Are you going to rebel against me?"
A sinister glint flashed through Barragan's eyes. "Don't forget who brought you to Las Noches."
"King Barragan?"
"What king? The king now is that bespectacled Soul Reaper."
"I don't like him. He imprisoned us."
"King Barragan, I don't like him either."
"..."
The black flames filled with a rotten aura collided with the wind wall formed by the Picaro.
The areas around the outer edge of the wind wall that touched the black flames gradually decayed at a visible rate. In just a few seconds, the wind wall resisting the black flames began to collapse. Even the intangible wind was corroded into scattered spirit particles beneath those rotting flames.
"Ah...!"
Just then, a scream rang out.
Following the sound, they saw that one Picaro at the upper-left corner of the wind wall had been burned by the black flames.
In the next second, his body rapidly decayed. In the blink of an eye, the flesh on half his body vanished, exposing stark white bones.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."
At the instant that Picaro's "existence" was about to be completely erased, every Picaro—those forming the wind wall and those outside it—began to emit a strange buzzing from within their bodies. It could not be