In the vast palace, Aizen stood quietly at the edge of the chamber, a faint smile on his lips.
His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were watching something amusing, and a hint of playfulness glimmered in them.
Brilliant, blazing blue light radiated from his body, answering the enormous mass of black mist slowly gathering in midair. Between them, Chakra Threads intertwined like wisps of silk, spreading across nearly the entire palace.
The Chakra Threads glowed with a faint blue light, beautiful beyond compare. Yet the terror concealed beneath that beauty was all the more fascinating.
When an aged, arrogant voice slowly emerged from the enormous mass of black mist, Aizen's lips curled slightly.
Ulquiorra, who had been intently watching the situation, also froze. His emerald eyes stared blankly at the mass of black mist, and for some reason, a chilling coldness seemed to gather in them.
As the brilliant blue light within Aizen slowly faded, the Chakra Threads in the chamber gradually dispersed into the air.
The enormous mass of black mist in midair suddenly parted to either side, and a tall, burly, white-haired old man stepped out.
His wild white hair danced around him, and his expression was haughty and defiant. A deep scar marked his right eye, and his indifferent, self-assured gaze lowered slightly toward the people below.
A pair of gleaming golden bracers adorned his wrists, and a huge golden compass hung at his waist. A white mantle draped over his shoulders, his presence radiating an imposing aura.
But the instant his eyes fell upon Aizen below, the haughty look vanished from his face. His brow furrowed sharply, veins bulged visibly, and he roared in fury,
"Aizen!! So it was you!!"
"You little nobody actually dare show your face before me again!!"
Hearing this, Aizen showed