The record ended there.
Yoriichi continued turning the pages.
The next page was blank.
The page after that was blank as well.
The entire chronicle contained only those few sentences about Hell.
There were no details of the ritual.
There was no location for Hell.
There was not even an explanation of why dead captains had to be sent there.
It was as though whoever had written those words had merely been obliged to leave a destination for those vanished captains.
Hell itself, however, was a taboo that could not be touched.
Yoriichi closed the chronicle.
He looked up at the seemingly endless shelves around him.
The Great Spirit Book Gallery preserved the truth of the Three Realms' birth and recorded everything the Soul King had suffered.
Even secrets capable of shaking the foundations of Soul Society had been preserved, yet Hell alone had been erased.
That could only mean that what Hell concealed was more dangerous than the truth about the Soul King.
Or perhaps Hell was not merely a place for imprisoning sinners.
Yoriichi recalled the chain he had once severed.
The Gates of Hell had been forcibly driven back then, but the presence emanating from beyond them had not disappeared.
That power had been ancient and heavy.
As though it had existed before the Three Realms came into being.
For now, however, he could find no answer.
Yoriichi returned the chronicle to its place.
The Reishi Barrier on the shelf closed again, completely enveloping the ancient volume.
His questions about Hell would have to remain buried in his heart for now.
Compared with the uncertainties of Hell, the Wandenreich was the greatest threat Seireitei faced at present.
Yoriichi returned to the screen of light.
His finger touched the screen, writing the word "Quincy."
This time, the entire