The air was harsh, a bitter breeze that clung to your skin and clothes and gave you that smell that your nose identified as simply 'cold.' The hollow world looked and felt like death, the reishi in the world sinking into your bones and giving you a general uneasiness, to even the most skilled of shinigami. Sand covered the ground for miles and miles, an endless desert that brought to mind the word hopeless as it spanned every direction. She bent down and picked up some of the coarse sand, letting it slip through the wrinkles and folds of her hands, the grains falling and returning to their mass.
It was odd, the way it reminded Chessebelle of how her entire life felt a century of time. Constantly walking and the scenery never changing, just a constant feeling of nothingness.
"Chiyoko! Get over here you incompetent monkey."
"Yes, Captain."
The white haired shinigami moved to join her captain, kicking up sand as she flash stepped to Mayuri, the scientists staring at a large rocky formation with trees near the bottom of it. Upon closer inspection, the trees were made of the same sort of hard mineral as the formation, Mayuri's fingers dragging along them as he felt the material.
"They're some sort of gem. Spiritual pressure radiates from them for some reason." The captain spoke aloud as he began to scan the perimeter of the rocks before finally using his flash step to reach the top of the formation. Chessebelle beat him to it, a shocked expression on her face as she looked off in the distance. Her gawking made Mayuri sneer.
"What are you loo-" His sentence dropped as he looked in the same direction, a giant dome towering over the lifeless landscape of Hueco Mundo. Suddenly he was grinning wide, lolling his head back to Chessebelle and bringing his hand up, pointing one long fingernail towards the establishment. He really was madness incarnate.
"I believe that is what we're looking for."