Hueco Mundo's eternal night stretched endlessly across the sky.
Upon the ruins of Las Noches stood a magnificent new palace created by Uchiha Tobirama. The former battlefield had become the center of a new era.
Inside the palace, Tier Harribel and Nelliel had recovered from the previous battle and pledged their allegiance to the new ruler of Hueco Mundo.
Standing before the palace windows, Tobirama silently observed his domain.
"The resistance here has finally come to an end."
Nearby, Apache, Mila Rose, and Sung-Sun stood quietly.
Their former queen had already accepted the new order, and after witnessing Tobirama's overwhelming strength, they lowered their heads as well.
"We understand," Sung-Sun said calmly. "We will serve this palace."
Apache hesitated before sighing.
"...As long as Lady Harribel has made her decision."
Mila Rose nodded in agreement.
Tobirama looked at the three of them.
"Then maintain this palace well. From today onward, Hueco Mundo begins a new chapter."
The three accepted their new responsibilities without further argument.
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Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere vanished.
A massive sandstorm swept across the endless white desert.
Thousands of Hollows advanced behind it.
Gillians formed an endless black wall while countless Adjuchas followed in their wake.
At their head floated a throne built entirely from bleached bones.
Seated upon it was the former ruler of Hueco Mundo.
Baraggan Louisenbairn.
His Spiritual Pressure spread across the desert like a tide of death.
"So..."
Baraggan laughed coldly.
"Aizen has finally fallen."
"My throne shall return to its rightful owner."
His gaze settled upon Tobirama.
"You who defeated Aizen... leave this palace and kneel before the true King of Hueco Mundo."
Silence answered him.
Even Apache and the others looked at Baraggan with disbelief.
After everything they had witnessed, they knew exactly how hopeless this challenge was.
Tobirama stepped onto the palace balcony.
"So you're the former king."
His expression remained completely calm.
"I expected someone more impressive."
Baraggan's face twisted with anger.
"Insolent fool!"
He raised his axe.
"Decay... Arrogante!"
Dark mist erupted across the battlefield.
Everything it touched rapidly aged and crumbled into dust.
The black cloud swallowed the palace balcony.
Baraggan laughed triumphantly.
"No one escapes the power of time!"
A moment later, a gentle breeze blew.
The black mist dispersed.
Standing exactly where he had been before, Tobirama remained completely unharmed.
A faint aura of life surrounded his body, effortlessly repelling the effects of Respira.
Baraggan's hollow eyes widened.
"...Impossible."
Tobirama looked down at him.
"So this is the ability you rely on?"
"It cannot even reach me."
"The so-called King of Hueco Mundo is nothing more than a relic clinging to the past."
The atmosphere across the desert instantly became heavy.
The clash between the old ruler and the new conqueror had only just begun.
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