Dead. Everyone. There was nothing. No living people, no hollows, no soul reapers. The Seireitei was turned to dust. Every quincy was dead, and the world's eere merging at a quick pace. He couldn't bear it. Everyone he wanted to protect, gone. His family slaughtered in front of his eyes, his comrades shot in the head by stubborn Quincies, and Yhwach. That bastard. He caused all of this. This needless war. All this bloodshed. And now he's dead, but so is everyone else. The only person there is the one who was supoosed to be destined to stop it. But he failed. He finally gained the power necessary to defeat Yhwach, but it was too late. He stood there, and he wanted to fix things. He hoped he could go back. He was desolving into madness, and his reiatsu was bending and twisting the world. He slowly merged with his zanpakutÅ. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. And now he couldn't fix it because they were. They were GONE. GONE, BECAUSE HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING, BECAUSE HE WAS TOO WEAK TO DO ANYTHING. ALL HIS FAULT, HIS FAULT. And then, nothing. There was no ground. No sound. Not touch, no senses at all. And he couldn't stand it. He completely merged with them, unknowingly causing his reiatsu to grow at a rapid pace, lashing out at the darkness. He didn't care. He didn't notice. His emotions ran wild. His reiatsu kept growing, showing no signs of slowing. His body startes ripping itself apart, and folding and changing and mending. And the pain. The pain, he couldn't stand it. He screamed. He reached for something, ANYTHING. Then there was an explosion of light, and then it went dark.
