Chapter 3 is kind of a short chapter, so please forgive me for writing a longer chapter.
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Chapter 3: Absorption
In another part of the Soul Palace, up in the sky, a large force had pushed a man with black medium length hair with a few white streaks and a strand hanging down in the front of his face. The man is wearing baggy pants with the cuffs tucked in the pair of boots, three layers of collared silver armor around his neck, and another part of his body with accented tints of periwinkle and an indigo jewel in the center. The man in white is covered in bruises here and there. There is another tall, lean-built male with a light skin tone and tarnished gray eyes. His bleach blonde hair is messy with strands framing both sides of his face and hanging between his eyes and a chin stubble. He has a dark-colored coat which sports white diamond patterns along the bottom half, a forest green shirt and pants underneath. His dark green and white bucket hat has long since been gone since the start of the battle between him and the Quincy. His face is also stitched up like Frankenstein.
"No, no, no! Not like this!" the Quincy sang. The Quincy's reiatsu spikes up tremendously: "Anything but this! This is just turning into a battle of brute force versus brute force!" The male Quincy lifts his head up a bit to glare at his opponent.
"Even after the kindness that I'd shown you when you dragged me into your playing field and the pace you set… You didn't capitalize on that? And instead, we are just duking it out on each other… Now that is just cold-hearted of you, Urahara Kisuke. But no matter what you throw at me, you're still far from perfect! Or have you already forgotten? This "Gift Ball Deluxe" is an inescapable poison fortress!" the Quincy gives his monologue with a bit of sadistic streak towards the end.
The male Quincy explains a bit more, "The only reason you're still breathing inside of here is that I'm still dialing it to just the right amount!"
"You can increase the concentration inside this Gift Ball Deluxe even further? Oh dear, anything but that…," Urahara says in an almost slight and carefree and mocking manner.
"Even now… It is taking all of my strength to crawl about the ground…,"
The Quincy merely scoffs, barking right back at Urahara, "Pathetic… Like I'd fall for something like that! Even if you were just crawling around the ground, your bankai is not something I want to trifle with!"
"You got me. However…," The former shinigami's carefree tone takes a sharp turn down south: "You missed one little thing."
The sound of a hand piercing through flesh could be heard, if one is skilled enough to hear, and the sound of blood splattering everywhere. A shock is present on Askin's face as a bloody arm, that had appeared out of nowhere, tore through him holding his heart.
"W-what?" Askin looks at Urahara asking for an answer.
"Something has been on my mind this entire time," Urahara comes to a halt, many yards away from the Sternritter. "This Gift Ball Deluxe of yours… You kept on saying that it was inescapable, but you never mentioned it was impenetrable. So I thought I'd give it a try… and from the outside, I was able to create a path to infiltrate it." Urahara thanks.
"Thanks… for the advice." The hand begins to squeeze around Askin's heart, but not enough to crush is completely. "Grimmjow," the exiled shinigami finishes his gratitude.
The hand finally proceeds to crush the heart as blood spills everywhere once more. Askin lies on the ground as Grimmjow swings harshly to his left tossing away the remnants of the heart and the blood.
"So… you were actually able to move now? That's rather remarkable. I guess that I had completely underestimated you…,"
"The hell? I skewered you, yanked out your heart, and you're still breathing? You're a tough son of a bitch…,"
"While he was on his way here, I healed him," Whatever conversation that was going to happen was quickly cut off as the ground shook with tremendous vigor. The seemingly bright sky has turned dark, the old stylized buildings had become steeled buildings, strange reactors were seen in the distance giving off a greenish-bluish hue. A seeping, fast, harsh, cold winds blew from behind the Arrancar causing him to turn around coming and a landscape covered in snow as flurries of snow continue to rage on.
"What's going on?" It was a mysterious monotoned male voice that causes the two standing souls to look around them.
"Was I… awakened…?"
Another voice, a sweet sounding female, answers, "No, but rather our subconscious were. Our bodies still sleep, encased in crystal. I sense…,"
"Battles are everywhere within ours and the others' domains," the male voice interrupts the female.
"I was going to say that the Quincy King had absorbed the Harmonic Energy Crystal, but that too,"
The two living and one dying souls listen to the conversation with interest: "That too is a problem we need a solution. Also, the Quincy King's strength is barely enough to contain the cosmic powers that is feeding into all of time and the parallel worlds." Such information would have nearly shocked the three if not for the dimensions that are connected to the Living World.
"True because the energy that goes into the crystal is the energy born of battle. And at the rate it is going, he is going to die a violent death seeing as the Universe knows that much."
Suddenly, the poison that was lingering in the air disappeared replaced by a thick and heavy presence blanketing the areas. It was warm and almost comforting, and yet it was not at the same time. It felt like they were tossed into a pit of fire while being submerged in the cold depths of the ocean that went beyond of what a mortal can live through. However, the moment is short-lived as a set of six swords of different sizes appeared out of nowhere in a quick flash of white light.
"I'm gonna go help the two down below with their bird infestation. I'll let you take care of things here," The swords begin to glow the same colors that the reactors were giving off, and without a moment to spare, they flew off down penetrating the Seki Seki barrier with ease.
There is a sudden click of heels as if someone were walking towards the trio. However, a medium sized flame appeared instead.
"Forgive me, but…," The ball of fire shoots itself towards the dying Askin, circling him like a predator patiently waiting to finish its prey in its moment of weakness. Both Urahara and Grimmjow managed to briskly dodge the incoming projectiles. She finishes her sentence sternly, "the horrible acts that you, your King, and so many more of your kind will not go unpunished. I believe the others call it 'There will be hell to pay'?"
The sound of screaming brought shivers to the two victors of the battle. The fire breaks apart leaving nothing but bones and ashes. There is nothing more that Urahara could do as the two watched the ashy remains of his enemy be carried by the soft blowing wind.
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His fingers begin to twitch slowly, and sure enough, the young man's fingers clawed into the pristine marble before curling into fists. A very soft and low growl vibrates in his throat.