High above Las Noches, an immense force of suction poured from the mysterious vortex. Amid a rumbling roar, Las Noches was torn from the ground and slowly drawn toward it.
A grave look crossed Aizen's face. He vanished in an instant, then reappeared atop Las Noches. A violent wind whipped around him as terrifying power filled the world.
Facing the unknown vortex high above, he slowly drew his Zanpakuto. For the first time, he unleashed his full spiritual pressure. Space shuddered, and every corner of Las Noches felt that pressure, almost tangible in its intensity.
"Is this Lord Aizen's full power?" one of the Espada exclaimed in awe.
"As expected of Lord Aizen!"
"What immense power! It's already surpassed the limits of Soul Reapers and Hollows."
Ichimaru Gin kept his eyes narrowed and smiled. "As expected, Lord Aizen is someone we can rely on."
Barragan, ranked second among the Espada, touched his face. A peculiar glint flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing. He had once been the ruler of Las Noches, and if anyone resented Aizen, it was certainly him.
Aizen, standing atop Las Noches, suddenly swung his sword. It wasn't the power of Illusion, but a blade of energy formed purely from spiritual pressure.
In an instant, it became a strange tornado and surged toward the sky. The vortex turned and silently swallowed the blade of energy, without so much as a ripple.
At last, a look of surprise crossed Aizen's face. As Las Noches drew closer and closer to the mysterious vortex, surprise gave way to a trace of panic.
No matter who they were, even the most composed and levelheaded person would feel a primal fear when faced with the unknown.
Figures appeared beside him one after another. The Espada arrived in turn, along with