Sōsuke Aizen no longer had a body.
There were no hands for him to move, no lungs drawing breath, and no eyes separating darkness from light.
Soul Society’s weapon had torn apart his bones, blood, spiritual pathways, and every physical layer that had once given his soul a recognizable shape.
Even Kyōka Suigetsu no longer existed as a sword resting at his side.
What remained of Aizen was closer to information than flesh.
His memories drifted through the dimensional current in scattered fragments.
Spiritual particles struggled to remember that they had once belonged to the same existence, while pieces of power wrapped themselves around a will that refused to disappear.
The passage between worlds pulled at every part of him.
Behind him, Soul Society’s erasure force continued racing through the dimensional fault, destroying the path as it followed.
Ahead, the summoning ritual dragged his scattered existence toward a world whose laws had already begun examining him.
Between those two forces, Michael’s authority tightened around the false spiritual core Aizen had prepared.
A command entered his soul.
Submit.
It was not spoken aloud.
It did not need sound, language, or even thought.
The command had been written directly into the structure of the authority itself.
It did not request obedience or attempt to persuade him.
It simply declared that anything beneath Michael’s power naturally existed to obey it.
Aizen studied the command as it spread through the false core.
The authority attached itself to the spiritual patterns he had deliberately exposed during the first contact.
From Michael’s point of view, everything was proceeding exactly as expected.
Aizen’s body had been destroyed.
His soul had been separated from the laws of his original world.
His memories were unstable.
The Hōgyoku appeared to have shattered.
Most importantly, his remaining will had already accepted domination.
Every conclusion was supported by the evidence Michael had gathered.
The flaw was not in Michael’s reasoning.
The flaw was that every piece of evidence had been given to it by Aizen.
Aizen created the response Michael expected.
He did not answer with words.
He answered with surrender.
The false core trembled beneath the pressure of the authority.
Its resistance weakened, its ambition bent, and the false image of Sōsuke Aizen lowered its head before the presence claiming to stand above it.
Michael’s domination circuit stabilized.
Far beyond the passage, the Manas examined the result.
Control confirmed.
A second presence moved close to the connection.
Aizen recognized Cornu’s spiritual pattern.
“His consciousness is still active,” Cornu said.
Expected.
“He spoke even after the erasure weapon struck him.”
Residual resistance does not change ownership.
Cornu remained silent for a moment.
Aizen could hear the doubt in that silence.
The dimensional current shifted, and the summoning chamber briefly became visible through the unstable passage.
Half of the underground facility had been destroyed.
Several magicians lay dead beneath fallen stone, while others remained at their stations even though blood ran from their eyes and ears.
The ritual circle had split into uneven sections, and only the golden authority flowing through Cornu prevented the remaining pieces from collapsing.
Rojan stood beside the damaged control platform with one hand pressed against his chest.
His skin had gone pale.
“What exactly is left of him?” he asked.
Cornu turned toward him.
“Enough.”
“That attack destroyed the passage behind him.”
“It separated him from his world.”
“It also nearly destroyed this entire facility.”
Cornu looked around the ruined chamber without concern.
“The facility can be rebuilt.”
Rojan’s gaze moved toward the bodies scattered across the floor.
“What about the people?”
“They can be replaced as well.”
For a brief moment, anger crossed Rojan’s face.
Fear buried it almost immediately, but Aizen had already seen enough.
Cornu did not notice.
That was one of the weaknesses shared by those accustomed to obedience.
They rarely recognized resentment until it had already become action.
Aizen stored the observation away for later.
Rojan turned back toward the gate.
“We cannot create another body without a complete spiritual pattern.”
“The pattern is being preserved.”
“By what?”
Cornu glanced toward the black fragment floating above the ritual.
“An authority far beyond your understanding.”
Rojan stared at it.
“That authority is the reason the chamber is falling apart.”
“The chamber is falling apart because your magic is inferior.”
Rojan’s jaw tightened.
He turned toward the control platform before his anger became more visible.
The gate pulled harder.
Aizen’s scattered spiritual particles crossed the first boundary of the Cardinal World.
The reaction was immediate.
Energy rushed toward him from every direction.
Magicules.
They did not behave like reishi.
Reishi was spiritual matter shaped by will, environment, and technique.
Magicules were far more flexible.
They answered not only to power and thought but also to names, concepts, desires, and laws built directly into the world.
The Hōgyoku reacted.
Aizen felt it unfolding beneath the illusion of its destruction.
Soul Society’s weapon had not truly shattered the artifact.
It had only forced the Hōgyoku to move beyond its previous structure.
It no longer sat inside Aizen’s chest because there was no chest left to contain it.
Its information had spread throughout every surviving part of his soul.
The Hōgyoku examined the magicules.
The magicules seemed to examine it in return.
Then a distant voice appeared within the dimensional passage.
It was calm, emotionless, and present everywhere at once.
The sound did not travel through the air.
It entered directly into the soul.
Notice.
An unidentified spiritual existence has entered the world boundary.
Aizen listened carefully.
The voice showed no curiosity.
It was not attempting to speak with him or understand him as an individual.
It was simply announcing a process that had already begun.
Analysis initiated.
The world began examining him.
It searched for his species, energy type, soul composition, abilities, authority, and origin.
The process stopped almost immediately.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then the voice repeated itself.
Analysis initiated.
Aizen would have smiled if he possessed a face.
The system had encountered the false spiritual structure Michael believed it controlled.
Beneath that false structure were the Hōgyoku, Kyōka Suigetsu, Shinigami power, Hollow qualities, human origins, transcendent evolution, and the remains of a soul partially erased by another universe.
The world attempted to place everything inside one definition.
It failed.
Classification incomplete.
Michael’s authority reacted.
It offered its own explanation to the world.
Controlled vessel.
Otherworldly spiritual life-form.
Subject under domination.
The world accepted part of the information.
Aizen allowed it.
Resisting now would only reveal that Michael’s domination had failed.
An enemy who believed himself successful was far more useful than one who realized he had been deceived.
The voice spoke again.
Temporary designation established: Foreign Spiritual Life-Form.
The label entered Aizen’s existence like a name placed on a sealed container.
Aizen focused on one word.
Temporary.
Even the world understood that its conclusion was incomplete.
That was encouraging.
The analysis moved toward his abilities.
Kyōka Suigetsu responded.
It was no longer a sword, at least not in the traditional sense.
Its true essence remained fused with Aizen’s soul, adapting to a world where perception stretched far beyond normal sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch.
Magic Sense.
Spiritual perception.
Heat detection.
Vibration sensing.
Thought acceleration.
Skill analysis.
Some beings in this world did not need eyes or ears to understand their surroundings.
Complete Hypnosis would need to reach deeper than it had before.
The world touched the essence of Kyōka Suigetsu.
Aizen provided it with a carefully selected fragment of truth.
Perception interference.
Mental illusion.
Sensory distortion.
The voice formed a conclusion.
Unique Skill candidate detected.
Michael immediately pressed through the false core and attempted to claim the new ability before it finished forming.
Its authority declared that any skill born inside the controlled vessel belonged to the one who owned that vessel.
Aizen allowed the claim to attach itself to a false copy.
The world spoke again.
Unique Skill: Perfect Deception.
Formation incomplete.
The name was not Kyōka Suigetsu.
It was the world’s attempt to interpret something it could not fully understand.
Aizen found the result useful.
A skill recognized by the local system would allow him to interact with that system without revealing the real nature of Kyōka Suigetsu.
Michael believed it had already claimed the skill.
Aizen constructed another empty chamber behind the first one.
A false ability inside a false soul, both monitored by an authority that continued reporting success to its master.
The arrangement was almost too simple.
The dimensional passage shook violently.
Soul Society’s erasure force had reached the edge of the summoning gate.
Cornu noticed immediately.
“Close the rear boundary.”
Rojan stared at the readings.
“We can’t close it.
The attack has attached itself to the target.”
“Then cut it away.”
“I already told you that we don’t understand his spiritual structure.”
Cornu raised one hand.
Golden power formed around his fingers.
Rojan felt the threat and quickly lowered his voice.
“If we separate the wrong part, we may destroy whatever you are trying to save.”
Cornu turned toward the gate.
Aizen’s scattered information had begun gathering into a shape.
It was not yet a body.
It was only the shadow of one.
A head, shoulders, arms, and the long outline of a robe began forming from magicules and spiritual particles.
Behind that shape, Soul Society’s erasure force approached like white fire.
Cornu’s eyes narrowed.
“The authority will preserve what matters.”
Rojan looked toward the black fragment.
“And what happens if the authority is wrong?”
Cornu answered without hesitation.
“It is not wrong.”
Aizen heard the absolute certainty in his voice.
Michael’s greatest weakness was already becoming obvious.
It did not merely believe itself powerful.
It believed its conclusions became truth because they came from a superior authority.
Once ownership had been confirmed, there was no reason to doubt the information provided by the controlled subject.
Aizen had met similar minds in Soul Society.
They were often the easiest to guide.
Give a cautious person evidence and they would examine it from several directions.
Give an arrogant person evidence and they would use it to confirm what they had already decided.
Michael sent another command through the false core.
Stabilize.
Magicules gathered around him more quickly.
A spiritual skeleton began to form.
It was not made of ordinary bone but of a framework strong enough to contain condensed energy.
Threads of power wrapped around that framework, slowly becoming organs, blood vessels, muscles, and skin.
The Hōgyoku guided the process from inside every particle.
Aizen did not need to command it.
Its purpose and his desire had never been more closely aligned.
He wanted a body capable of existing within the Cardinal World.
The Hōgyoku created one.
The laws of the new world also influenced the process.
His new form would not be a Gigai.
It would not be an ordinary human body, and it would not be the exact spiritual body he had possessed in Soul Society.
It was becoming something between categories.
A spiritual life-form created from magicules, reishi, soul energy, and the Hōgyoku’s evolving information.
The world attempted to analyze the reconstruction again.
Reconstruction detected.
Warning.
Multiple incompatible energy structures identified.
The word warning interested Aizen.
Not because he felt threatened.
Because the world did.
The Hōgyoku continued working.
His hands formed first, followed by his arms and shoulders.
Smooth skin spread across the spiritual framework, while dark hair grew around his head.
His face rebuilt itself from memory.
Aizen did not need his old appearance, but identity carried practical value.
A familiar form created continuity, and continuity made deception easier.
His eyes opened within the passage.
There was still no ordinary light, yet he could see.
His new senses reached far beyond physical sight.
Magicules moved around him like currents beneath deep water.
Dimensional walls appeared as overlapping layers of energy, while Michael’s authority resembled golden chains disappearing into the false core behind his chest.
Aizen raised one newly formed hand.
The movement caused the passage to tremble.
Cornu saw him through the gate.
“He’s conscious.”
Rojan took another step away.
“You told me he was controlled.”
“He is.”
“Then why is he moving without being told?”
Cornu said nothing.
Michael sent another command.
Remain still.
Aizen stopped moving.
Rojan stared at the figure standing inside the passage.
Cornu’s confidence returned.
“You see?
The authority is working.”
Rojan did not answer.
Aizen watched them through the gate.
He had obeyed because doing so cost him nothing.
The simple movement reassured Cornu and confirmed Michael’s belief that the domination remained complete.
It also taught Rojan something important.
Whenever he questioned his masters, they responded with intimidation and then provided just enough proof to make his doubt appear foolish.
That lesson would matter later.
Soul Society’s erasure force struck Aizen from behind.
Pain entered his new body before all of its nerves had finished forming.
White energy tore through his shoulder and chest, attempting to convince every particle that it had no right to remain connected.
The reconstructed body began falling apart.
Rojan stared at the gate.
“We’re losing him!”
Cornu raised both hands.
“Increase the power of the ritual.”
“There isn’t any more power.”
“Use the remaining personnel.”
The researchers around the chamber looked at one another in horror.
Cornu’s authority spread across the exits.
No one could escape.
Rojan turned toward him.
“You told them they would survive the final phase.”
“I told them the project would succeed.”
“That isn’t the same promise.”
“No, it is not.”
Cornu closed his hand.
Three magicians screamed.
Their bodies dissolved into golden light and flowed into the ritual.
A fourth researcher raised a barrier around himself, but Cornu’s authority crushed it instantly.
He vanished with the others.
The remaining magicians returned to their stations, trembling so badly that some could barely move their hands.
Rojan stood frozen.
“You could have used me instead.”
“You are still useful.”
The answer offered no comfort.
The ritual surged again.
Aizen’s damaged body moved closer to the gate while the Hōgyoku rebuilt everything the erasure force destroyed.
His shoulder returned.
Then his chest.
His spine and spiritual pathways reformed.
Each section was destroyed and rebuilt repeatedly.
Every cycle taught the Hōgyoku more about the forces attacking him.
Soul Society’s weapon revealed how that world defined Aizen’s existence.
The Cardinal World revealed how that existence could be rewritten.
Michael’s authority revealed how domination attached itself to spiritual information.
Aizen allowed the struggle to continue.
The pain was intense.
That did not make it important.
Pain was simply information delivered without subtlety.
The Hōgyoku adapted.
When the next wave of erasure reached him, it slowed.
The particles forming Aizen’s arm no longer accepted the definitions used by Mayuri’s weapon.
They had become magicules as much as reishi.
The attack still recognized part of him, but it could no longer erase the complete structure.
Aizen turned toward the white storm behind him.
Soul Society’s weapon had performed beautifully.
It simply had not been designed to destroy what he was becoming.
He raised his hand again.
Michael immediately responded.
Remain still.
This time, Aizen continued moving.
The golden chains tightened around the false core.
Pressure crushed the counterfeit structure, and Aizen allowed a brief expression of pain to appear on his reconstructed face.
Cornu noticed.
“The authority is correcting him.”
Rojan watched Aizen’s rising hand.
“Then why isn’t he stopping?”
Cornu’s expression changed.
Michael strengthened the command.
Submit.
The false core bent beneath the authority.
The false image of Aizen fell to one knee, and the spiritual structure opened completely.
The command moved deeper.
Still, the real Aizen continued lifting his hand.
His fingers closed around the white current of erasure.
There was nothing physical to grasp, but physical form had never been necessary for Kidō.
Aizen felt the structure of the attack.
It contained layers of conflicting definitions.
A body without a soul.
A soul without an identity.
Memories without an owner.
Power without a source.
It was a weapon built entirely from negation.
Aizen spoke for the first time since crossing the boundary of the Cardinal World.
“Bakudō.”
The word traveled through the dimensional passage.
Cornu’s eyes widened.
Rojan stared at him.
“He can still use magic?”
Aizen tightened his fingers.
“Dankū.”
A translucent wall appeared behind him.
It was smaller than the barrier he had once created in Soul Society, and its surface trembled beneath the unfamiliar laws around it.
The principle, however, remained unchanged.
It was a defense meant to reject destructive energy.
The white erasure current struck the barrier.
Cracks spread across its surface.
Aizen watched them carefully.
Kidō had crossed between worlds with him.
The technique was weaker, but its structure remained.
That was enough.
He changed the energy feeding the barrier.
Magicules flowed into the Kidō pattern.
The cracks stopped spreading.
Dankū expanded until it filled the width of the dimensional passage.
Soul Society’s erasure force slammed into it and folded backward.
Far away in Mayuri’s laboratory, several instruments that had already gone dark suddenly came back to life.
One display showed a flat wall of unknown energy.
A second later, every remaining component exploded.
The final trace connecting Soul Society to the passage disappeared.
Behind Aizen, the erasure force collapsed.
The path to his former world closed completely.
Silence filled the space between dimensions.
Aizen lowered his hand.
The barrier faded.
His body completed its reconstruction.
White clothing formed around him from condensed spiritual particles, followed by a dark inner layer.
The design resembled what he had worn before, though the material now belonged to neither world.
There was no Zanpakutō at his side.
Kyōka Suigetsu remained inside him.
Michael’s golden chains tightened once more.
This time, the command carried enough force to stop most spiritual beings completely.
Kneel.
Aizen looked toward the ruined summoning chamber.
Cornu stood at the center of the remaining ritual.
Rojan and the surviving researchers watched from behind him, while the gate remained open only because Michael’s authority forced it to hold.
Beyond Cornu, Aizen felt another being observing through several layers of distance.
Feldway.
A voice entered the chamber.
It did not come from Cornu.
It seemed to come from everywhere at once.
“Obey.”
The surviving magicians immediately fell to their knees.
Rojan resisted for a moment before the pressure forced him down, though anger remained visible in his eyes.
Cornu lowered his head.
Aizen remained standing.
Michael pressed against the false core.
The image inside it knelt immediately, and the circuit reported complete submission.
Aizen’s actual body did not move.
The chamber became silent.
Cornu slowly raised his head.
“Why is he still standing?”
Michael examined the domination circuit.
It remained complete.
Every reading showed submission.
The vessel’s will appeared suppressed, and the authority remained unchallenged.
Yet Aizen continued looking at them from inside the passage.
He could have exposed the deception then.
He could have shattered the false core and shown Michael that its control had never been real.
Instead, he chose a more useful response.
Aizen slowly bent his right knee.
He lowered himself until it touched the floor of the dimensional passage.
The surviving researchers quickly looked down.
Michael’s conclusion stabilized.
Control confirmed.
Aizen bowed his head.
He remained in that position for three seconds.
Then he laughed.
The sound was soft and unmistakably human.
Rojan raised his eyes.
Cornu’s expression hardened.
“What do you find amusing?”
Aizen lifted his head while remaining on one knee.
“The confidence with which you interpret movement.”
Cornu closed his hand.
Michael sent another command.
Silence.
Aizen continued speaking.
“You told me to kneel, and I chose to kneel.
Because the result matched your command, you decided that the action belonged to you.”
Golden light flooded the passage.
The false core screamed beneath the authority.
Aizen showed no reaction.
Cornu moved closer to the gate.
“You accepted domination.”
“I accepted your presence.”
“There is no difference.”
“You made that claim before.”
Cornu became still.
The words repeated their earlier conversation across worlds.
Aizen rose to his feet.
Michael’s command intensified.
The dimensional passage distorted under the pressure.
Inside the false core, the counterfeit Aizen fell to both knees with his head pressed against the ground.
The real Aizen stood upright.
For the first time, Michael discovered a contradiction it could not explain.
The authority searched deeper.
It passed through the damaged spiritual chamber it believed it had claimed.
Beyond it was another layer.
Empty.
Behind that was another.
Also empty.
One false interior opened after another, each containing a different version of Aizen’s soul created to be examined and controlled.
Michael searched faster.
Chamber after chamber appeared.
Every one displayed submission.
Every one was false.
At the center of the maze, Michael found a mirror.
Its authority looked into the reflection.
For the briefest moment, the domination circuit received its own command.
Submit.
The golden chains began to shake.
Aizen smiled.
“There you are.”
The ritual chamber erupted.
The black fragment above the circle cracked from one end to the other.
Cornu was thrown backward, while Rojan covered his face as the gate expanded and swallowed several of the remaining pillars.
Michael pulled its awareness away from the mirror, cutting several control pathways before the reflected command could spread farther.
The domination circuit did not disappear.
Aizen refused to let it.
A direct connection to Michael was far too useful to destroy.
Cornu pushed himself up from the broken floor.
His pale armor had cracked across one shoulder.
“You deceived the authority.”
Aizen stepped through the gate.
His foot touched the Cardinal World.
Magicules rushed around him, filling the chamber with pressure.
The voice of the world spoke again.
Transfer complete.
Aizen looked across the ruined facility.
He saw the surviving humans, the soul crystals, the Imperial markings hidden beneath false symbols, Cornu’s damaged armor, and the remains of the black relic.
Every detail entered his memory.
Cornu extended one hand.
A spear of pale energy formed above his palm.
“You were brought here to serve.”
Aizen looked at the weapon and then returned his attention to Cornu.
“No, I was not.”
The calm simplicity of the answer disturbed the room more than an angry threat would have.
Cornu released the spear.
It crossed the chamber instantly.
Aizen did not move.
The weapon struck his chest and exploded, destroying the platform beneath him.
White fire filled the area around the gate, while stone and metal fragments flew in every direction.
Rojan raised a barrier around himself and two nearby researchers.
Cornu watched the smoke.
A figure remained standing inside it.
Aizen’s white clothing had been damaged, and a narrow wound crossed his chest.
Magicules gathered around the injury.
The flesh closed slowly.
It did not heal immediately.
His new body was powerful, but the synchronization between his energies had not yet been completed.
Cornu noticed the weakness.
Aizen knew he would.
Good.
Let him believe he had found something exploitable.
The Hōgyoku recorded the damage and continued adapting.
Aizen lifted one finger.
Cornu prepared another weapon.
“Hadō number four.”
Pale light formed at the tip of Aizen’s finger.
“Byakurai.”
The bolt crossed the chamber.
Cornu moved his head aside, and the attack passed beside his face.
It struck the cracked black fragment floating behind him.
The relic shattered.
Michael’s direct pathway into the ritual disappeared.
The summoning gate folded inward.
Cornu turned too late.
The broken passage released all of its remaining energy at once.
A shock wave tore through the facility.
The walls split, the ceiling began collapsing, and the researchers screamed as they ran from their stations.
Rojan’s barrier shattered, throwing him across the floor.
Cornu created a dimensional shield around himself.
Aizen remained at the center of the destruction and watched him.
He had not aimed at Cornu.
Not because he was unable to hit him.
Killing him now would close too many useful paths.
Cornu belonged to a faction.
A hierarchy.
A chain leading toward Michael and Feldway.
Aizen wanted that chain to remain intact.
Cornu seemed to understand.
“You missed on purpose.”
Aizen looked at him through the collapsing chamber.
“You are more useful alive.”
For the first time, open rage appeared on Cornu’s face.
The ceiling collapsed between them.
Stone and white fire swallowed Aizen from view.
Cornu opened a dimensional tear and withdrew before the facility completely fell apart.
He made no attempt to save the humans.
He did not look back.
Rojan lay beneath a broken section of the control platform with blood running down the side of his face.
The two researchers he had tried to protect were dead beside him.
He attempted to move but could not free himself.
Thousands of tons of stone continued falling above him.
Rojan closed his eyes.
A calm voice spoke through the darkness.
“You hate him.”
Rojan opened his eyes.
Aizen stood several steps away.
Dust, flames, and falling stone moved around him without touching his body.
The wound across his chest had disappeared.
Rojan coughed painfully.
“You’re still alive.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I don’t even know what I feel anymore.”
“Then your hatred has not yet become useful.”
Another large support beam collapsed toward them.
Aizen caught it with one hand.
Rojan stared at him.
The stranger’s body had appeared damaged only moments earlier.
Now he held the weight of the collapsing chamber without visible effort.
Aizen looked down at him.
“Cornu abandoned you.”
“You know his name?”
“He allowed others to say it in front of me.”
Rojan tried to pull himself free.
“He’ll come back.”
“Eventually.”
“He’ll kill anyone who survived.”
“That is possible.”
Rojan laughed weakly.
“You don’t sound very worried.”
Aizen lifted the broken platform trapping him.
Rojan dragged himself out from beneath it.
“I have not yet decided whether you are worth keeping alive,” Aizen said.
The honesty in the answer chilled him.
“Then why did you save me?”
“To see what you do after believing that I did.”
The ground split beneath them.
Aizen released the support beam, and darkness swallowed the remains of the chamber.
Rojan felt a hand close around his shoulder.
Space twisted.
The crushing weight suddenly disappeared.
Cold night air struck his face.
He fell onto rocky ground beneath an unfamiliar sky and remained there for several seconds, struggling to breathe.
When he finally looked up, the mountain behind them was collapsing inward, burying the hidden facility beneath countless tons of stone.
Aizen stood near the edge of the cliff.
His white clothing moved gently in the wind.
The magicules of the Cardinal World gathered around him, entering his reconstructed body while the Hōgyoku continued adjusting to its new environment.
In the distance, Aizen sensed an immense presence sealed beneath the land.
It was wild, ancient, and restless.
A storm given consciousness.
Farther away, other powerful beings reacted to his arrival.
A red-haired ruler opened his eyes inside a frozen palace.
A black Primordial stopped moving within the Underworld and turned toward the boundary that had just trembled.
A sealed dragon laughed without understanding why.
Beyond several dimensions, Feldway received Michael’s first impossible report.
The vessel had crossed successfully.
The domination had succeeded.
The domination had failed.
All three conclusions appeared to be true.
Rojan slowly forced himself onto one knee.
“What are you going to do now?”
Aizen looked toward the unfamiliar horizon.
His powers had not fully synchronized with his new body.
Kyōka Suigetsu had not completed its adaptation.
The Hōgyoku was still rebuilding several spiritual pathways, and Aizen knew almost nothing about the nations, rulers, species, and laws surrounding him.
For the first time in centuries, uncertainty stretched in every direction.
Aizen smiled.
“First, I will learn why this world believed it had the right to summon me.”
Rojan swallowed.
“And what happens after that?”
Aizen turned slightly toward him.
Moonlight reflected in his eyes.
“Then I will decide whether this world deserves to remain the way it is.”