"Master and Disciple" Reunited

The grotesque Hollow split open its terrifying maw. In the bottomless darkness, something seemed to be stirring.

Several squad members shakily assumed fighting stances, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.

"Corporal, i-is that a Menos Grande? We should run!" The squad member at the very back had legs trembling so badly he could barely hold his sword.

"Idiot! If it's a Menos Grande, do you think you can just run away?" The leader of this small patrol squad stared fixedly at the ripples in the space ahead, gritting his teeth as he said viciously, "And anyone capable of opening a Negacion is said to be without question a Menos Grande..."