Two thousand kilometers across the upper sands west of the Forest of Menos.
This was within Las Noches's jurisdiction, and also Baraggan Louisenbairn's hunting grounds.
As a Vasto Lorde Menos, though he had remained at his current stage for countless ages, he still harbored a faint, insignificant hope of reaching a higher level.
Whenever he devoured other Menos, he would think of that being from a million years ago.
The Vasto Lorde who had defeated him head-on—
The Ancient Menos.
Although there were far more Vasto Lordes in Hueco Mundo now than there had been a million years ago, finding another being as powerful as the Ancient Menos was already impossible.
He styled himself the sole king of Hueco Mundo, so naturally he disdained to act against Menos of lower ranks.
The only ones worthy of his attention were Vasto Lordes of the same rank.
Not long ago, his subordinates had reported new intelligence: a Vasto Lorde and three powerful Adjuchas had been discovered on the outskirts of the Forest of Menos.
The group of four Menos had entered Las Noches's jurisdiction without hesitation.
"Set out, everyone."
Beneath the moonlight, atop an icy throne, black energy swirled and drifted. An overbearing pressure flickered in and out of view, leaving the Adjuchas below unable even to raise their heads.
Baraggan raised a skeletal finger and pointed toward the west.
"Spread my command to every corner of Hueco Mundo. This world may have only one voice!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, great King of Hueco Mundo!"
Below the throne, the Adjuchas erupted like boiling water. Their cheers and clamor shook the ground, making the fine white sand dance endlessly.
A terrifying, oppressive presence spread outward from there, blanketing the skies above Las Noches.
Moonlight flowed like water, casting a faint glow over the