The door to the Secret Base closed behind him with a soft click.
Yan Si stood in the middle of the storeroom, then walked over to the shelves at the very back.
He reached out and moved aside several bags of chips and candy on the third shelf, revealing the smooth rock wall behind them.
He pressed a finger against the wall, injecting reishi through his fingertip.
The wall slid open silently, revealing a concealed door.
Beyond it was another room, smaller than the one outside and much colder.
A chill hung in the air, bringing a faint sting to his lungs when he breathed it in.
A rectangular ice coffin stood in the center of the room.
The coffin was transparent, with a humanoid figure sealed inside: Szayelaporro.
He remained in the position he had been frozen in, his body split into two halves down the middle. The severed surfaces were smooth, with thick ice covering the cuts.
His long pink hair was frozen in the ice like waterweed.
Only half his mask remained. The exposed half of his face was pale, his eyes open, and faint tremors in his pupils were still visible deep beneath the ice.
Yan Si stood before the ice coffin and watched for a few seconds.
Lately, large numbers of Shinigami and wandering souls had gone missing or died.
But unlike before, the Thirteen Court Guard Squads had not organized an expedition against Hueco Mundo.
Even at the last captains' meeting, they had clearly stated that these Hollows belonged to the army under the King of Hueco Mundo, yet Old Man Yamamoto still hadn't issued any orders.
Why wasn't anyone talking about the balance of the Three Realms now?
Yan Si tapped his fingers lightly against the surface of the ice coffin.
The ice