XXVIII

Moonlight

I carefully surveyed Hueco Mundo under the ageless moonlight.

The mission was simple: find hollows to be turned into Arrancar. All the Espada had been sent on this quest. We were the only ones who could tolerate anything that came our way.

It was quite a dismal place, no wonder the shinigami never stepped foot in it. A world always lit by the never quite full moon.

The dark. The hidden. The endlessness.

"Are you going to go all batty on me or are we going to actually finish this, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow snapped behind me.

"You will never understand trash."