"Katen Kyōkotsu: Karamatsu Shinju."
The instant the twin blades sank into the white stone ground, a dull impact echoed through the ruins.
Starting from the cracks pierced by the blade tips, thick, inky shadows spread wildly in every direction like a tide.
Twisted, withered silhouettes of black pine trees broke through the earth, their interlacing branches tearing apart the white mist of Reishi light overhead.
Within a few breaths, the once bright, open sky over Wahrwelt darkened completely.
The entire immense white city floating above the Soul King Palace was shrouded in an impenetrable, gloomy chill.
The temperature plummeted, and fine white frost formed in the gaps between the white stone bricks.
Even in other districts farther away, the Soul Reapers and Quincy locked in battle sensed this strange Reiatsu that sent chills down their spines.
It was a heavy presence mingled with despair, sorrow, and final farewells, pressing down until the air throughout the area almost ceased to flow.
Nanao Ise, kneeling beside Kyōraku, shivered involuntarily.
She could even hear faint, choking sobs in the air around her, as though all heaven and earth had become a tragic theater at that moment.
Standing atop a broken pillar, Lille Barro lowered his muzzle slightly, faint spots of light glinting in the scope in his single eye.
He looked down at the withered black tree shadows spreading to the edges of the pillar beneath his feet.
"An illusion that changes the weather and atmosphere?"
Lille Barro scoffed, his expression still composed. "Do you think creating this sinister, terrifying spectacle can counter the power to pierce everything?"
"Before God's representative, such empty theatrics are meaningless."
"Even if you turn this entire space into night, my gun will still shoot straight through your vital points."
Faced with Lille Barro's undisguised arrogance, Shunsui Kyōraku