A terrifying black magical mist swept over him in an instant—
"Damn it—" Achill barely had time to curse inwardly before the eerie, terrifying black mist engulfed him. His vision suddenly went dark, his eyes closed involuntarily, and in an instant, his entire world seemed to spin!
He instinctively raised both hands, holding his two Zanpakutō across his body. At the same moment, he drove his feet down with all his strength, forcing them into the ground all the way up to his ankles! He braced himself so that the terrifying, mist-like black magic would not suck him away—
The sudden eruption of black magical mist had come swiftly and without warning, but it vanished just as quickly. Within a few short breaths, it had completely dispersed.
The moment the powerful magic around him vanished, Achill quickly opened his eyes. The sight before him left him stunned.
Everything within a full hundred-meter radius of him had disappeared. The flowers, the grass, the trees—even the mysterious mage, that melancholy young man who had been standing before him—were all gone.
All that remained was a devastated expanse of bare earth, a hundred meters across and utterly devoid of life.
"This is—" His eyes narrowed slightly. Only then did Achill notice his hands—or rather, the weapons in them.
The two gleaming, intimidating Zanpakutō he had summoned with Requip and gripped in his hands had become dull and lifeless, without a trace of their former presence! Nothing like this had ever happened before. Even on the several occasions when he had accidentally broken or shattered his Zanpakutō in battle, every damaged fragment had still gleamed brilliantly with a cold light! They had never ended up like this! It felt as though the strange black mist had drained all the life from the blades, making