Hueco Mundo was an endless wasteland. From the top floor of the immense Las Noches, all that met the eye was desolation...
A man in white robes stood there. Even from afar, merely seeing that figure would make one feel an indescribable pressure. Stare at him for too long, and it would even feel as though one's soul were on the verge of shattering.
This room, and the power of this figure.
There was no need to guess his identity. He could only be the current ruler of Hueco Mundo, the man who called himself a "god"—Aizen Sosuke.
"God..."
Aizen Sosuke raised a hand and looked through the gaps between his fingers at the boundless desolate land. No fluctuations emanated from his body, yet an appalling majesty rippled outward.
Buzz...
The space before his palm began to tremble. Then, beyond Las Noches, a faint quake spread across the endless barren desert. Immediately after... the center of that wasteland caved in with a thunderous crash, forming a massive sinkhole.
The sinkhole spanned several hundred meters in diameter. From above, one would discover... it was a palm print.
Aizen Sosuke watched the quicksand flow into the sinkhole, his expression remaining as placid as ever.
A voice that sounded both like a murmur to himself and a question emerged from his lips.
"...Is this the end...?"
A colossal platform floated in the void, an awe-inspiring sight. It was hard to believe that such an enormous platform could hang in midair without any support.
Everything here seemed so strange. Though the area was not especially vast, the density of spiritual pressure was enough to shock anyone. The concentrated spiritual pressure was like the crushing depths of the sea; even a lieutenant-class fighter might not be qualified to move here!
Yet five figures stood