Gralgon's body finally squeezed completely into this world.
The moment He descended, space within several kilometers twisted in bizarre ways—light bent, building wreckage floated in midair, and time seemed to slow abnormally in certain areas.
In the area closest to the center, scenes that did not belong to this world even began to emerge: a rotten starry sky, a land of writhing flesh and blood, and an upside-down black ocean.
An invisible force of decay spread outward like ripples, and all things began to wither at a visible speed.
Steel rusted into ash, concrete weathered and flaked away, and even the dust drifting through the air broke down into more primitive particles.
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's body, tempered by a thousand years of hardship, was the first to undergo a change. His wrinkled skin shriveled and cracked at an astonishing speed, while the fingers gripping his sword began to carbonize and peel away.
"This is..."
A flicker of astonishment passed through the Head Captain's cloudy eyes as the Reiatsu within him rapidly drained away.
Urahara Kisuke lowered his head and looked at his gradually transparent palm, a complicated curve tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Am I going to die..."
He spoke softly.
A trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, but there was even more helplessness.
The moment he saw that even the Head Captain's full-power attack had achieved nothing, he had foreseen this outcome. He simply had not expected the gap between them to be so enormous.
Before such power, let alone the Soul Society, even the Soul King...
"If you can escape to a safe place, then run with everything you have."
"Survive there."
Urahara turned toward Kurosaki Ichigo, who stood frozen on the spot, his voice already becoming faint and