Aizen's words drifted softly over the ruins.
Lille Barro's enormous monstrous bird body froze completely in midair.
At the dozen or so holes that had pierced his sacred body, streams of light suddenly spun out of control, turning into fine cracks that spread wildly.
"No... I am God's emissary... I am God's highest creation..."
Lille Barro let out broken, mournful cries as the eight wings of light behind him turned, inch by inch, into deathly white Reishi fragments.
The yellow holes on the surface of his deformed bird head went dark one after another. Finally, his entire body disintegrated as the sacred light devoured itself.
No remains fell. A fierce wind swept past, leaving only points of Reishi light drifting across the sky.
This perilous battle to the death finally drew to a close in that quiet breeze.
Aizen slowly stepped down through the air to the ground, the hem of his white restraint robe settling amid the ruins.
Watching the monster vanish completely, Nanao Ise let out a long, stale breath. Only then did her tense shoulders relax.
Yet in the depths of Shunsui Kyōraku's eyes as he stood behind her, an unprecedented gravity emerged.
He held the brim of his straw hat, his gaze resting on Aizen a short distance away without shifting for a long time.
Far too dangerous.
The man before me is even more terrifying than the oppressive presence he displayed during the final battle in Karakura Town.
In the past, Kyōka Suigetsu at least required a blade as its medium and the instant of Shikai as the opening for hypnosis.
Now, even with both hands tightly sealed inside his robe and no blade in hand, he can still invert reality and illusion at will.
Shunsui Kyōraku could not even be certain whether the ruins