In the underwater city of Carcosa, Mayuri and the Deep One Priest found themselves in the chamber right above where the Dark Young was kept. The chamber, like most other sections of the city, was covered in great wealth, with its walls heavily decorated with different murals.

This area was not filled with water, though the still air carried heavy humidity to it. Thus making it a less than desirable environment for most humans. Yet it was something that Mayuri and all other of Aizen's creations could easily resist. The chamber had four entrances, which were guarded by four guards each, and in the center was a massive pit that led to a pool of black liquid, where from time to time motion could be briefly seen.

Mayuri was currently looking over the edge of the pit, trying his best to see the creature, yet with the blackness of the water, he could catch only a scant few glimpses of some tentacles. Letting out a somewhat uninterested mumble, he turned his attention to the Deep One Priest.

"So, is there any way I can see it up close?" Mayuri asked in mild curiosity.

"No. It has to remain in those waters or we would risk losing it. Not to mention that it would more than likely be hostile towards you." The Priest plainly replied, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Hmph! I see... Then, I guess it is time for me to show you the results of Aizen-sama's and my genius."

Having proudly proclaimed his intentions, Mayuri reached under his coat, revealing a small looking carrying pouch. However, much to the interest of the Priest, he was able to easily place his hand inside as if it was larger than it seemed. Which happened to be exactly the case as this pouch, along with many others used both at Las Noches, and by the Espada if they wished, were based on similar pouches of dwarven origin.

To be more specific, based on one of those bags that was originally in the Fracción Elsa's possession, from her time as a Worker before meeting Aizen. That time she received payment from a dwarf in the form of a magic item that he called a [Travel Pack]. That item allowed her to carry nearly 100 items, and it became the template for the item that Mayuri had with him.

From the pouch Mayuri revealed a small, see-through cube, almost as if it were made of glass. However, what the Priest's eyes focused on, was the light that shone within. It was absolutely radiant, but not only in the light itself, but the feeling it gave off. It was almost as if there was the vitality of several individuals inside of it. This feeling wasn't all that different from those he felt when he sacrificed people to the Dark Young. However, here it was magnified to a much grander degree than the live sacrifices used.

"Where did you get this?" The Priest asked almost in awe, as his left hand was subconsciously moving towards it.

"I already told you. This is the product of Aizen-sama's and my genius."

"But... this power. It could only have come from amassing the life energy and souls of others."

"Oh, you are almost correct. However, while you had to seek out and capture your subjects so you could harvest this, we got there through a purely artificial means."

The Priest was left baffled at these words. He believed himself to have understood how this "Aizen" compared to his god Cthalpi, but was he also to believe that he was able to create life as easily as she? Was he meant to believe that truly this man, this being, was that much better than the master he served for so long? He recalled Cthalpi's earlier words that she would be no match for him if a conflict was forced upon them. At the time he forced himself to accept it, but now the first real proof was laid before him.

"Now observe, as I show you how to use it." Mayuri announced, his attention going back to the pit, with his voice showing little interest in the situation.

Extending his arms towards the pit, Mayuri removed the lid from the clear glass-like cube before turning it upside down so its contents could fall. The shining orb freely fell from the cube into the water below, and when it finally hit the surface it seemed to break apart and disperse through the dark water, giving Mayuri a momentary glimpse of the creature's tentacles and several maws.

The results were also very clear as it began to move and shift. Much more than it had done in years, even with the sacrifices given to it. The Priest was left amazed by what he saw. Truly, he didn't remember seeing it like this for many years. To the point he almost would've feared its escape, if he did not know such thing was impossible, as it answered to the higher calling of Cthalpi's will.

"This will keep it for at least a year. Once we return to the surface, you will get a small crate of these. Make sure to give them only after that year is up. It's not like it will cause any kind of side-effects, but it'd be rather wasteful." Mayuri pointed out matter-of-factly.

"I understand. We always did our best to maintain it. That won't change now."

"Good. Then, why don't you take us back with that portal spell you used?"

"Very well. [Gate]." The Priest commanded, as he called forth a portal.

"How truly interesting... How does this work?" Mayuri asked in genuine curiosity, since the situation gave him enough time to explore the topic.

"As you can see, it is a portal that connects this location, to another of my choosing, allowing for a quick and simple form of transportation. As far as I am aware, it has no limitations on its range, and very few methods can interfere with it."

"Hmm. I see." The scientist remarked with rapt attention, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

The installation of the pillars also went very well, and naturally got a lot of attention from the inhabitants of the island. The Deep Ones seemed very interested in the large groups of people that were installing these massive ivory-colored pillars in their waters, while the women along with this curiosity, also payed particularly close attention to the large quantity of men that were walking about.

They had simply never seen such large numbers of them, and it seemed to baffle them when they saw the males walk around free, and working with the women that had come along with them. Even if some were frightened by this, their fears were somewhat reduced when they saw these strangers interact with those that they knew to be the island's strongest warriors.

Many others also watched on in what could at points be identified as nothing less than adoration, when they saw a man whose looks truly were nothing like they had seen before. Especially when he stood next to and calmly conversed with their god, Cthalpi.

To those women jumping to the conclusion that this man, who they eventually learned to be named Aizen, was also a deity that had come to aid them like Cthalpi had done so long ago was not impossible. This belief would only gain strength, when they were informed by their Queen of who this Aizen was, and what his people had brought with them, and how they were there to assist and help them.

Having been informed by their queen on who these people were, and how they were to help them, also made it much easier for the people of the island to more easily accept the idea of living with the small group that Aizen would leave behind. However, this did not mean the transition would be entirely easy.

On the contrary, Aizen and his people would be fighting against centuries of belief and conditioning. The first "incident" to show this happened between the Queen and Tōsen, as the duplicate followed his instructions of accompanying Eilyte as she oversaw the installation of the pillars.

Eilyte was standing on a small cliff, which allowed her to see the forest in front of her that eventually led to the water, and in the distance the pillar itself. She really didn't mind when Aizen suggested, and Cthalpi agreed, to have this "Tōsen" accompany her. Especially when she quite enjoyed his looks, and was certain he had great potential in him. While the two women who were also accompanying them waited at a distance, Tōsen was much closer to her, fulfilling his duty as Aizen had asked of him.

"Tōsen, there is something I want to ask of you. And I expect a positive answer." Eilyte began, in a very dignified and queenly tone.

"I will answer as best I can." He calmly replied.

"Then surely you have no problems with agreeing to meet me in my bedchambers for as long as I require it." Eilyte said regally.

"I apologize, but I cannot do that." Tōsen replied respectfully.

"What?... Why not?" Eilyte snapped back, her tone getting the attention of her two female guards.

"That is not what I am here to do. Surely you understand this."

"W-What kind of excuse is that!? Am I not…"

Eilyte quickly silenced herself, as she realized that this was not an individual she could use her position against. At least, not in this situation since it could lead to a conflict with Aizen. Knowing this she began to think of something else to convince him. But the only thing that came to her mind was enough to lower her spirits. Not just because it couldn't possibly work, but because it made use of the negative feelings and insecurities she did her best to keep hidden.

"A-Am I not good enough? Is that it?" Eilyte finally managed to argue in a low, rueful tone.

"That's not…" He went to say in an apologetic tone, but was interrupted by her guards as they approached.

"How dare you deny the Queen's wishes?" One growled, but Eilyte silenced her with a wave of her hand.

"My apologies for that. You were saying?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot comment on your looks. Since I cannot see."

Eilyte tilted her head slightly to the side, not fully understanding what he meant. She leaned forwards and tried to get a better look at his eyes through his visor, and what she saw surprised her. Indeed, his eyes lacked something. A focus, a sharpness that she had seen in pretty much everyone else in her life. Leaning back, she frowned and just to test him, she began to wave her hand in front of his face, just to get no reaction. Well, or so she thought until he spoke.

"Please stop waving your hand in my face." He said almost in a deadpan.

"You can see them?"

"No."

"Then, how did you know?" Eilyte asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I use all my other senses to compensate."

Rolling her eyes at the sound of this simple answer, Eilyte cursed herself for even having asked the question to begin with. Still, the fact remained that she wanted him. She could simply feel his powerful potential. Surely with him she would be able to see her duty through, and provide the island with a worthy successor.

"Let's go." She declared, beginning to walk away.

"Are you sure?" Tōsen asked inquisitively.

"Yes. Follow me."

This "incident", while mostly insignificant, clearly showed how the island viewed men, but this was something Aizen expected. Meaning he had no problems with things similar to this happening, as long as the women showed some change in their way of thinking. Of course, from his point of view, while changing the inhabitant's mindset he had already achieved a great victory in the form of getting the cooperation and the attention of those who truly ruled the island.

It was late in the afternoon as Aizen, Annika, and Jillur gathered in one of the beaches to begin their trip back in one of the lifeboats that had been present on the ship that had brought them there. By now everything they had to do on the island was done, leaving behind only the team led by Nelliel. To see them off were Cthalpi, Eilyte, the Priest, and several other island inhabitants, both human and Deep One.

Naturally, they were not going to make their way back on the small lifeboat. Especially when they were wearing clothes whose condition suggested they had gone through a great disaster, and spent a lot of time at seat. They were torn up, worn out, and they were missing their gear. The lifeboat was full of empty provision crates, with damaged sheets and tarps.

The plan was to make it seem like they had been at sea for a long time, while in reality Aizen would be soon transporting the lifeboat, with them on it, to a location near the mainland's shore, where the tide would naturally send them back.

"Then, I can call upon you in the near future?" Aizen asked cordially, turning to Cthalpi.

"That's what we agreed. However, I hope you understand that when you do so, I may not be able come to go right away." She calmly replied.

"Of course. I understand."

"Awww... Shame we have to leave already.~" Annika remarked in disappointment, as she entered the small boat.

"It would happen eventually." Jillur stoically added, already in the boat.

"Don't be like that. I'm sure you're going to miss them too. They liked you so much after all.~" She playfully added, to which he crossed his arms and frowned.

"Don't get too comfortable." Eilyte loudly said as she heard Annika speak.

"I'll miss you too.~" Annika replied with a friendly smile and tone.

"Shall we get going?" Aizen asked, entering the boat.

"I can't wait to see this." Annika excitedly declared.

"I'm also interested to see this different magic of yours." Cthalpi said in genuine excitement.

"Then watch carefully, for what are you about to see would earn a life sentence from where I come from." Aizen said with a cunning smirk.

Aizen then clasped his palms together in a vertical position, and as he pulled them apart again, a green light began to emanate from him. As it quickly intensified, all of the lower leveled women and Deep Ones found themselves forced to look away. Eilyte and the Priest also saw a need to slightly cover their eyes, but to a much lesser extent, while Cthalpi managed to watch on without issue.

Annika did her best to see as much as possible, while Jillur seemed rather uninterested as he lowered his head. When the light finally vanished, the boat was gone, with some of the sand around it also gone as it also had been teleported away.

"They are finally gone." Eilyte said with a sigh.

"Shall we begin the preparations for your departure?" The Priest asked, approaching Cthalpi.

"Why are you in such a rush?" The Queen hissed.

"He is right. I have things to prepare and get things done before I leave you." Cthalpi calmly said with a raised hand.

Somewhere near the mainland's coast the boat re-materialized in the water. Annika and Jillur were still sitting, while Aizen was still on his feet. Making sure they were where he wanted them to be, Aizen sat down and leaned back, motioning the Espada to do the same, and make it look like they had been in the lifeboat for a long time.

"My oh my.~ That was really interesting. I wasn't expecting it to be so different from my teleportation magic." Annika said in a gleeful tone.

"What were you expecting? You know that his spells are much different than yours." Jillur remarked neutrally.

"Still, I didn't expect that much of a difference."

"Same effect, different cause. They're not exactly related." Her companion said, causing her to frown.

"Tsk. Oh, fine…"

"There's no need to be like this, both of you. We still have other things to see trough, and we can discuss this later if you wish." Aizen said in his usual calm and confident demeanor.

"I'll take that offer.~ Then. perhaps we could…"

Annika began in a mischievous tone, just for Jillur to interrupt her in an annoyed growl.

"Not now."

"Fine…"

Eventually the lifeboat made its way to shore, where after some time a group of people stumbled upon it and its crew. To them it was a disheveled trio of individuals that at the time seemed to have gone through some terrible accident at sea. They helped them out of the lifeboat almost eagerly, thanks mostly to Annika's stunning beauty. They were paid a few gold for their troubles while the trio continued on...

In the Dragon Kingdom, after several days of preparation, the Kingdom's forces were on the move. The group composed of Sol's people, Grimmjow, and Harribel had taken the lead by almost half a day, when compared to the main force. Yet they would only go into action around the same time the rest of the Espada were meant to teleport into the city.

The remaining Espada remained in their camp, waiting for the right time to teleport in, while in the case of the main force, composed of about 7,000 individuals, had deployed a day and a half in advance. It was composed of soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom itself, adventurers, workers, and mercenaries.

There were also a few hundred soldiers that had come from aiding nations, such as the Baharuth Empire and the Slane Theocracy. However, they were placed in the rear of the massive group, protecting their supply-lines, since their survival was critical to maintain relations with those countries.

In the case of the group being escorted by Grimmjow and Harribel, they had long ago secured their location so they could climb over the wall easily when necessary. In the case of the main force, it was a few moments away from breaking through the pass, and entering the main path that would lead to the front gate.

Over the pass flew by a falcon, and since it was a normal looking creature that, given its nature and actual distance from the main force, it was completely ignored. This falcon flew past the area and into the city itself, going into one of the large buildings not too far from the front gates. It was normally used to supervise the city's forces in case of an attack upon the front gate.

As the falcon flew through an open window, it landed on the shoulder of a large, male wolf-type beastman, covered in several scars. He wore mostly leather based equipment, with metallic pieces covering his upper torso and shoulders. His name was Doul and he was in charge of those that had the ability of controlling and acquiring beasts for Fale.

Walking up a flight of stairs, he entered the room where Fale was situated, his focus out of the window that led to the front gate and the main path to it. With him were other wolf-type beastmen, some goblins, and a female tiger-based beastman, wearing worn out robes that, in its prime would have been noteworthy of a magic-caster.

"I have report." Doul informed with a submissive bow.

"Speak." Fale ordered, turning to face him.

"They close. Large group. Five rows of humans, walking in lines."

"What about your people?"

"The beast's coming. It's hungry. Some died on way here."

"Heh! Good. Ev, prepare your pack to act." Fale commanded, looking at the robbed, female tiger-based beastman.

Ev had some signs of age to her, and carried a large wooden staff, with her robe covering some of the magic items she had acquired over the years. However her most noteworthy characteristic was the fact that she was born with two right hands, having a right hand in the place of her left.

"You sure we need to use the crystals? They rare, and my life's work. Being wasted on humans." Ev growled in disdain, gaining her a deadly glare from Fale.

"I don't care, hag. Get to work or I'll feed you to my pet." He said in indignation.

"As you wish." Ev said, taking a bow as she walked away.

"The rest of you, prepare our troops. Ready the wolves and the boars. These humans think they can take back what is already ours, but we'll prove them wrong. Kill them all!" Fale declared, as the room emptied leaving only himself and Doul.

"Humans are weak?" Doul asked.

"Hmph! Of course." Fale replied, turning to the window as he folded his arms.

"Then why this much?"

"There are many of them. They're much like goblins. Weak and simple, yet crafty on their own, and much more noteworthy in large groups. There's also some among them who're worthy prey." Fale explained, to which the Doul nodded.

"That why we got help? Then why put Nato so far away? He strong." Doul asked, getting an angered growl from his superior.

"I don't need one-arm cripples in my forces. He'll do well guarding my pet."

"Then what should I do?"

"You'll head the riders, and those that are sent along with them."

"As you wish." Doul said, bowing and leaving.

Now left alone, Fale bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. Indeed, this was a waste of resources, but what else was he meant to do when his master wanted nothing but the death of this enemy force? Of course, he knew that he was going slightly above what had been asked of him. To the point there was the possibility to putting at risk whoever the traitor was on the human's side.

Yet he did not care. He would see his mission through. He would do so and show Kana, and their master, just how worthy he was, and just how much they had underestimated him. He was certain Kana would berate him for wasting those magic crystals, but he honestly did not care. Had he been allowed to capture some humans for playthings and meat, he would have held back on them, but given his instructions why do so?

Near the place where General Sol's people were to climb over the walls was one of Fale's lairs, and the one where his giant pet salamander was kept. It was there that Nato had been placed, as Fale did not want to have to deal with someone who was at least on his level of power. Honestly, Nato wasn't bothered by this. He cared little for this war to begin with, and unlike the bloodthirsty masses, he wasn't one to take enjoyment from fighting those weaker then himself.

He even remembered the time he came across Crystal Tear. It was accidental, but even then he wasn't really that interested. Even if they could probably put up a very good fight. Still, thinking back now, he should have killed everyone one of them when he had the chance. Perhaps he could have avoided Toa's death, and Tomo's reaction to it.

Nato was currently sitting on the roof of the manor, his ever-watchful eyes on the wall, as this was the location Fale had instructed him to guard, for whatever reason. He knew Fale had some kind of plan for having asked something so specific, along with the entire situation of securing both gates. While Nato and the others were aware of an incoming human attack, Nato did not understand why Fale was taking it so seriously, or how he could have known about it so early.

A sigh escaped his mouth, as a certain fear began to shadow his heart. He understood that his people had spies and information gatherers of their own. Members of their people who were stealthy enough to approach the enemy and spy on them. Yet it was rare for them to pick up on an attack like this.

Especially when it was as massive as to have Fale act like this. Nato now feared that there was a spy among the humans. One that was serving either Kaze or Kana, and this scared him because it felt like another complication in his plan to retake his country. Even if said plan now seemed lost. Again he sighed, as he cursed himself for not being able to meet up with Cesar before having to come here.

Perhaps then he would know more about what was going on, outside of the "human attack", and "worthy prey" excuses Fale gave him, and those placed here. He pondered on using this opportunity to escape, and perhaps joining up with Cesar and Pantera. Maybe he could start helping in the same way they did, but in the end that wasn't him. After all, his situation wasn't so simple that he could just casually walk away from the front lines.

His thoughts came to an abrupt end when he sensed someone approach him. Turning his head to the side, he saw a wolf-type beastman. It was one of the scouts that had been patrolling the area, and was now here to probably give him a report.

"What?" He asked, his attention going back to the wall.

"Humans near wall as Lord Fale said. I send scouts. They not return."

"Huh... I see. Does anyone else know?" Nato asked in a dispassionate tone.

"No. I sent them to make sure. Lord Fale said we have to be sure."

"Good. Come here." Nato said in a casual voice, motioning the scout to approach.

"What is it?" The scout growled, doing as he was told.

Nato didn't say another word, as his remaining arm sprang out, grabbing on to the weaker beastman before throwing him off the roof, and sending him falling to his death. The crunching sounds of broken plants and bones echoed throughout the area, and thus gaining the attention of those nearby.

"He failed me. Do the same, and you die like him!" Nato roared to those below, which quickly prompted them to get back to their work.

Now alone once more, Nato went back to watching the wall. He felt lucky that those who knew of these people were dead. It meant he could now possibly get the chance to see them. After all, if he was going to be stuck here, he would make the best out of it. And what better way to do so, than to see what these "worthy prey" Fale was talking about were actually like.

It was now just before dawn, and as the red hue first-light had barely peeked over the horizon. The magic casters that had been tasked with casting low-level lighting spells to light the army's way were instructed to lessen its intensity to prevent them from being spotted. This happened to coincide with the time they almost reached the main path, and as they did, those heading the army, a rather high-ranking general, and some high-ranking adventurers signaled for a slower marching pace.

Silent, questioning looks were exchanged in the back rows as they wondered what had happened. Those closer to the front saw the reason, as now in their way stood a Dire Boar. These creatures looked very much like any other wild boar, but were as tall as the average human male, and were renowned for their resilience and power. To the point one would think twice before trying to kill one of these creatures without a team of at least four gold-ranked adventurers.

"Hold." The one leading the party ordered, slowly raising his hand.

"Prepare to engage." He then added.

"Archers and magic-casters…" He began, when an arrow suddenly pierced his head.

A loud gasp echoed through those that saw it as the body fell lifeless to the ground, but this was quickly overwhelmed by an inhuman war cry that echoed throughout the area, which was coming from their left. From the direction of the city they came to liberate.

All eyes went to that direction to see a sizable horde of goblins making their way towards them. Most of them were riding on Dire Wolves, while some were jumping from tree to tree, and leading the horde itself was a wolf-type beastman. Finally, between this group and the human forces, were about 10 Dire Boars that, unlike the one now in the path, were covered in leather trappings and some metal platting.

"We have hostiles! Prepare to engage!" A lieutenant said, taking it upon himself the duty to get his peoples' attention and lead them.

The ones at the front of the human formations didn't react right away, as they were now facing the incoming boar, preparing themselves as best as possible to take the brunt of creatures that, when in the right mind, could knock down a tree with their charge. Those on the side also did the same, but they could do little in the face of boars that had been covered with some armor of their own.

So in the face of their preparations, the boars were left to basically freely force their way into the human army, while from the trees several goblins began to rain down, and were equipped with blades that could easily go through the slit in a soldier's helm. The ones on wolves began to scatter to cover a larger area, all the while firing arrows, or using the largest wolves to jump clean over the lines of humans with hooks being deployed to latch onto and drag victims into the forest.

Doul had released control of his wolf, allowing the creature to do as it wished, while he swiftly landed in the middle of his prey, before beginning to use his claws, and then a pair of twin daggers to slice through anything human. Of course, this was just the opening act, as Doul liked to be the one to lead the charge along with his mounts.

To him it was the best way to sow death and panic, and would easily destabilize those closest to the city. He would then follow this up, with the force that was now becoming clear to the soldiers who were still focused on the forest, as several other wolf-type beastmen began to emerge. This was followed by more goblins, a few other beastmen, and a large force of ogres.

At the same time at the entrance to the main path, another sizable force of two-dozen ogres stood. These also equipped with some leather and metallic armor, and leading this group was a slightly larger ogre with better looking armor. Upon his shoulder was a white and gray, avian-type beastman who pointed at the humans as he spoke.

"Kill ta' weak-flesh!" He roared, causing the ogres to attack.

As chaos began to envelop the head of the human army, something else got the attention of those that were somewhat behind. However, this came from the right as many saw a small group of goblins on large, regular wolves then approached. They truly seemed to be panicking, to the point they would have just run into the humans if not shot from a distance by archers.

It was as if they did not see their prey in front of them. It was a mystery. That was until something began to take form in the distance. Something that was running towards them at great speeds, letting out loud growls and hisses as it did so, pushing aside whatever tree that got in its way. Eventually this creature became clear, and a collective cry echoed throughout the pass.

"Gigant Basilisk!"

With that, a massacre began. Especially when all members of the enemy force got close to the pass. Meaning as things were, the human army was all but lost. However, those that were far enough away from the attacking force began to make their way to the left, planning to go through the forest and reach the city.

That was when the final part of Fale's plan came into play, as he had the magic crystals activate, and shortly there was a sizable wall of flames between the humans and the city. This meant that if the humans ever hoped to reach the city they would have to go through the right, through the forest and around the beastmen and the flames.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Kingdom's forces went into action. The group escorted by Grimmjow and Harribel climbed over the wall, while the rest of the Espada teleported on top of the building that had previously been pointed out to them. As the group of Nazz, Leinas, Carmyn, Inon, and Nnoitra stood on top of the building, one thing became clear to them; they were surrounded by several beastmen.

"Keh! Nothing but weaklings… At least they have manners." Nnoitra remarked with a mocking grin.

"It's almost as if they were expecting us." Leinas mumbled as she narrowed her vision and intently scanned her surroundings.

"You don't say." Carmyn sarcastically hissed while sitting on Inon's shoulder.

"This isn't our only problem. I believe a fire is coming from where the Kingdom's forces are located." Leinas informed, as she finished scanning the area with her superior senses.

"Hmph. So that's how it is... Very well… Inon. Carmyn. Teleport to their location. I want a path cleared for whatever is left of them. The rest of us will begin to clear a way to the front gate." Nazz ordered.

"You know this may lead to us showing more of our power than usual, correct?" Carmyn asked with a raised brow.

"I know."

"Just making sure." Carmyn wryly said as she lift her staff in the air.

"[Teleportation]."

With that both her and Inon were gone in a flash of bluish-green light. Of course, seeing two of their prey vanish was enough to cause the beastmen to charge to prevent anyone else from escaping. Leinas took a stance, preparing herself for the usual dance, while Nnoitra remained rather calm as he rested his large halberd on his shoulder.

Nazz on the other hand, calmly unsheathed his sword, followed by moving it up and then down, with a motion that seemingly carried little to no force. Yet was somehow enough to create an impact strong enough to cut through most of the beastmen in front of him, and destroy the portion of the roof where they stood on. The enemy had stopped in its tracks, horrified and confused as to what just happened as Nazz spoke.

"Needless to say, you are all allowed to go wild."

"But not too much?" Leinas asked with a chuckle.

"Naturally."

"Here we come to save the day..." Nnoitra sardonically said as he sighed.

He then calmly swung his weapon in a blur, beheading a few beastmen with a bored expression one would have if they were swatting away a fly...

In the case of Grimmjow, Harribel, and the rest of their group, they had yet to meet any real resistance. However, they found themselves being forced into a nearby manor because of the presence of several scouts. Naturally this wasn't their decision, but the decision made by the rest of the group, who was much more comfortable with a stealth based approach.

"Cheh... This is stupid. We could just kill our way through them." Grimmjow mumbled.

"How many of them do you think you can kill before they take you?" Hissa asked from behind him in a low, annoyed tone.

"More than you think." He growled.

"Be silent. They'll know you're here." The oldest rogue in the group said.

"Who cares? Aren't we here to get rid of them?" Grimmjow spat back.

"No. We are here to escort this group." Harribel said in a low, serious tone.

"Tch! What a pain."

Entering the manor, they eventually found themselves in a large room where all of the furniture had been pushed aside, and a large hole rested in the center. However, this was not the focus of their attention. That went to the sizable group of beastmen that suddenly appeared in the entrance in front of them, along with the sounds coming from the exit behind them.

Leading this group was someone who was not that strange to the invading force, even if it was by several degrees. He matched the description of the beastman that had scarred one of Crystal Tear's members. This was the "Beastman Elite", Nato.

"I'll take the one in the middle." Grimmjow announced with an amused grin.

"Are you mad!? Don't you know who that is?" The old rogue growled.

"..."

Grimmjow went to reply, when new orders echoed through his and Harribel's mind. These came from Nazz, and told them that the beastmen had somehow prepared for their arrival, and that holding back was no longer an option.

"You heard me. I'll kill that one. Harribel, protect the rest of them."

Harribel didn't have time to reply, as Grimmjow began his charge straight at Nato. This was also brought to a quick end when after a few steps, the ground below him began to move, weaken, and eventually give break down, and leading to a small watery cavern.

He was lucky that his senses allowed him detect the trap, and to jump back. As soon as the sunlight hit the water, it signaled to the massive salamander that a clear and long awaited chance at freedom had arrived as it lunged out of the water.

The massive creature didn't seem slowed down by age, nor the fact it had spent many years in such a confined space, as with a single motion it was out of the water and standing at the same level as everyone else. It seemed to have no visible eyes, yet it scanned the area taking in the lights, the smells, and potential prey, just before letting out a loud labored groan.

"I'll handle this." Harribel stoically declared.

"Heh... Fine by me."

Giving Grimmjow a nod, she motioned the rest of the group to run back to the same entrance they had emerged from, taking it upon herself to clear their path if need be. While some of the rogues and assassins weren't too keen on the idea, they quickly changed their mind when the salamander reacted to their sudden movements, and began to charge after them.

Grimmjow managed to jump out of the way with a single leap, and now he was alone with Nato and his group. Which honestly didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Get the rest. I'll take him." Nato curtly instructed, which was enough to get the others to leave so they were now alone.

"I was led ta' think you're worthy prey. I hope I won't be disappointed." Nato remarked, throwing the cloak that covered his right side away and preparing his blade.

"Yeah, you heard right. I also heard you gave Crystal Tear some trouble, but I guess anyone can do that to some small fry." Grimmjow casually remarked as he approached, with hands in his pockets.

"Small fry?" Nato asked in a curious head-tilt, also walking towards Grimmjow.

"Weak. You get that?" Grimmjow growled, somewhat annoyed he had to explain the meaning of 'small fry'.

"I know. I was just surprised. They're seen as strong by you people."

"I guess…" Grimmjow said dismissively.

Grimmjow then lunged, his hands still in his pockets, while Nato didn't do much at first in reply. Especially when Grimmjow was still testing his new foe. The beastman simply pointed his blade at his new prey and exclaimed...

"[Tornado Barrage]!"

The effects were immediate as Grimmjow felt himself being overwhelmed by a sudden and violent wind, which was even more effective since he was still in mid-jump. At that moment it finally seemed to dawn on him why he should use the equipment that he had been given to him for this type of situation, and not his "play" armor.

When he found himself being thrown onto the floor, he saw that most of his armor had been reduced to small pieces, so now his lower left leg was completely exposed, with only rags and pieces of chainmail covering the rest of his legs, while his upper-body was almost fully exposed, with only a few pieces covering his abdomen.

This left a rather large scar that covered part of his torso exposed. Something that had briefly gotten Nato's attention, before going to the fact that his attack had caused the human no damage outside of his equipment.

"Hey. What's your name human?" He casually asked, as Grimmjow jumped back to his feet.

"Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

"Nato. You have tough skin."

"Maybe. Or perhaps your attacks are too weak to affect me."

Dropping his hands to the side, Grimmjow went on the offensive once more. This time going with increased speed, and moving to Nato's right, since that side was very literally unarmed, forcing Nato to follow him movements and try to keep that side protected.

This strategy, while sound, did nothing for the beastman when his opponent vanished from his field of vision, just to appear next to him in the blink of an eye. Acting quickly Nato managed to place his blade between himself and the incoming kick...

"[Tornado Shield]!"

Being able to call upon his blades ability, which formed a mass of air around him, just before the kick connected sending him flying into a wall. Grimmjow stopped and waited for his opponent to emerge from the wall, hearing the sounds of small pieces of debris moving as he heard the beastman move, when Nato suddenly spoke.

"I see... Strong... Yes... You Espada're strong... Why're ya' here?" Nato asked, as he stumbled back into view.

"Kill you. End this war. Get payed." Grimmjow nonchalantly replied, as if throwing out random thoughts.

"Ya' plan ta' kill my kind? Kill all of us?" Nato asked, his serious tone causing Grimmjow to raise an eyebrow at him.

"I guess it doesn't matter… Can't say we would be tasked with killing every single one of you. I'd imagine Aizen-sama would see worth in you." He dryly replied, getting a laugh in response.

"Hah! Serve? Like slaves?"

"Not if you're smart." Grimmjow replied, his tone turning a bit more serious as he began to understand that Nato was going somewhere with these random questions.

"My rulers aren't smart…" Nato mumbled at first...

"... Still, this may just work out…" He added, looking at Grimmjow with a strange look.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Beat me, an' I'll tell ya'. Now, Grimmjow, show me tha' true power of tha' Espada!" Nato roared as he took up a stance, pointing his blade at Grimmjow.

"[Atmospheric Rift]!"

Activating another ability of the katana, Nato fired a concentrated blast of air at the duplicate. Still unimpressed by the previous attack, he ignored it until it was too close, and finally he decided to move lazily to the side. Yet the stream scrapped past his neck, drawing minimal amounts of blood, and leaving a rather unpleasant, lasting stinging sensation on it. Grimmjow gritted his teeth at this, all the while noting that this attack also left damage on Nato himself, as he was now decorated with several shallow cuts.

"Oi! What are you doing!? You're going to kill yourself before you do anything else to me!" Grimmjow roared out in annoyance.

Nato began to breath with some difficulty, yet in his mind he saw a possible way out for his people. Was he mad for thinking this? Perhaps. Was he putting everything on the line by doing this? Perhaps. Was he risking the genocide or the slavery of his people? Perhaps. Still, he saw a possible chance in this. He saw something that could still see through his plans. Even if it wasn't like he had hoped, he would do everything in his power to make sure that this idea was the right one. Even if it costed him his life, his dignity, he would carry his people to a better end, even if it killed him.

"Prove ya'self ta' me, Grimmjow! Prove ta' me that this 'Aizen' is worthy of decidin' our fates!" Nato proclaimed, his voice carrying a fire that burned within him.

"Che! Fine! Bring it!" Grimmjow said, motioning him to attack.

Elim, along with the rest of his group, had been among those called to take part in the liberation on Fale's city. Meaning they were also among those that were now fending of the surprise attack by Doul and his demi-humans. While as a group they held some considerable power and skill, equal to the strongest of mythril-ranked adventurers, even they had their limits.

Melle was currently slumped onto a pile of bodies, as the right half of abdomen was exposed and bleeding heavily, being the victim of the attack from one of the dire boars. Said boar was now fallen to her side, having been killed by her hand, after having taken a considerable amount of damage at the hands of other humans. Mira was also completely spent, her head turned to the side and bleeding heavily from an attack with a blunt object. Saida hopelessly held on to her, swinging one of her daggers at the goblins currently trying to get to them.

Elim himself, had fallen to his knees finding himself on the losing end of a fearsome duel with a wolf-type beastman, who had not long ago sneaked up on him after Elim had taken out two ogres.

"Weak. You're all so weak!" The beastman hissed, lifting his axe above Elim's head.

"…" Elim tried to speak, but seemingly failed.

"Die, human!"

As the axe came crashing down, Elim called upon whatever strength he had left, and brought his blade upwards, using his enemy's confidence and momentum against him, and exploiting the newly formed opening. This earned Elim a clean and deadly blow, as he sliced through the lower portion of the beastman's right arm, and most of its upper-body killing it. Letting out a frustrated growl, Elim turned his attention to Saida and Mira.

Picking up the axe of his fallen opponent he threw it at the goblin group, killing one of them, and getting the attention of the rest. The creatures let out an annoyed hiss as their fun had been rudely interrupted. However, they strangely turned back to the two women, this time annoying Elim. Preparing his sword he decided to go in for a charge, hoping to take out the goblins that were harassing his group.

As he did so, a goblin jumped him from behind, beginning a bloody assault with a small spike-like weapon. Given the savage nature of the surprise attack, Elim found himself dropping his sword, staggering on his feet as he cursed the entire situation.

"Damn you!"

He cried out as his better left arm grabbed on to one of the goblin's arms, and pulled it onto the ground. It squirmed for a bit before he brought his foot down on the goblin's skull with a loud crunching sound. Having killed the simple goblin, he let out a sigh as a heavy weight fell on him. He felt terrible. His entire body was wrapped in pain, made even worse when his ego had to carry the fact that what seemed to be the blow that was going to end him was made by a goblin.

His left hand traveled to one of his pouches, finding a single blue healing potion. He felt somewhat relieved by this, as he saw that Melle's pouches were intact. She probably had enough to heal the rest of their group, meaning he could heal her, and she in turn healed the rest of them.

Taking one step forwards, Elim found his body collapsing onto the ground, and a shallow breath escaped his lips afterward. His eyes opening and closing weakly and slowly, still focused on the group of goblins. Then suddenly he felt the ground tremble ,and the goblins turning to something behind him.

His eyes closed as he was already expecting the worst as he resigned himself. At least it would be quick and painless. Suddenly through the air echoed the telltale signs of the 3rd-tier spell [Lightning], chanted in a familiar voice, followed by the agonized screech of goblins and falling bodies. This sequence of events was finalized by another spell which Elim did not recognize...

"[Maximize Widen Magic: Mass Greater Cure Wounds]."

Elim's eyes darted open as he turned on his back, with his body wrapped in newfound strength and vitality. Standing not to far from him was Inon and Carmyn, with the small Espada still resting on the giant's shoulder. In his right hand he carried a dead wolf-type beastman and in his left four dead goblins.

"Oi! Get back to work! All of you, get back to battle! Your wounds are healed! We of the Espada are here to get you to that front gate!" Carmyn angrily announced.

Not that far away, Doul heard that statement. The word "Espada" reminding him of what Fale had told him, and how they were worthy prey. Finishing up with the newly healed soldiers he was already in the process of killing, Doul took to the trees, quickly making his way towards the sound of the voice.

For the first time he began to feel some interest in this battle. Especially when he had taken down the largest number of prey when compared to everyone else, outside of the Gigant Basilisk, of course. Arriving at a tree next to the Espada duo he threw both his daggers, aiming to kill the small female. However, much to his surprise the giant of a human she was resting on turned around, throwing the corpse of one of his brethren in the way of the blades blocking them.

Taking this as an opportunity, Doul jumped from the trees at the Espada, hoping that the corpse would block their view of him. Going for his target, his focus was still the small human. Much to his surprise, she remained composed, and looked him right in the eyes with a deathly cold stare, before she aimed at him and calmly spoke...

"[Fireball]."

A large orb of fire erupted from her finger, on a direct path towards Doul, who could do nothing but block with his arms and take the brunt of the blast full force. He was thrown onto the ground, now covered in flames, as he let out a low agonized cry. He rolled back to all fours and tried to attack once more, just to have Inon do a straight punch. This was something that reduced Doul's head to a mass of fiery debris.

"I thought we weren't supposed to hold back." Inon pointed out in a plain tone.

"D-Don't start with me! I'm an old woman. I can't be bothered to remember everything. Still, he must have been wearing better gear than it seemed. That aside, summon it! He will get rid of most of this fire, and clear a way to the main gate. I'll see what can be done to get this army back into formation. You kill as much as you can." Carmyn instructed with an annoyed growl.

"As you wish."

Carmyn took to the skies with [Fly] to survey the area and see what could be done. Inon materialized a crystal of unrivaled beauty from his pouch, holding it out in his right hand towards the fire as he spoke up.

"[Mid-Tier Summon: White Buffalo]!"

What most people around him saw, outside of a radiant light, was a sudden explosion of a cold white mist, that quickly surrounded the nearby area, accompanied by the sound of what seemed to be a great beast. The tallest ogre, who happened to be nearby, even covered in some wounds, began to make its way towards the fog that had covered Inon.

In his way were the remains of a tree, which it decided to use as a club. He got close when suddenly the fog broke and the form of a great white horned beast emerged from it, easily running over the ogre with a simple charge, tramping the ogre in its wake in a blood mess of crushed meat and foul visera.

"Go! Break through the flames, and open a way to the city!" Inon ordered, getting what seemed to be a nod in reply.

Meanwhile, Carmyn was looking through the mess that was the Dragon Kingdom's forces. Especially when she got to the location of a Gigantic Basilisk, who had yet to find any true form of resistance. Seeing this she made her way towards their location. Placing herself between the beast and the humans, she raised her staff towards the beast, which glowed in a bluish-green light, and she called forth another spell.

"[Maximize Magic: Twine Plant]!"

Almost immediately several dozen vines erupted from the ground to the creature's side. They raised high into the air, before then collapsing down on the Gigant Basilisk, wrapping themselves around it, and much to the surprise of everyone standing behind her, immobilizing the mighty beast. Having momentarily handled the situation, she activated another spell as she place her joined index and middle fingers on her temple, directing it to every human in the army.

"[Maximize Boosted Magic: Mass Message]."

'[I am Carmyn Zoya of the Espada. We're here to help all of you reach the city. Get back into formation, and heal those that need it. You have yet to see your mission through! I won't have this be a failure! The Espada will make sure the Kingdom prevails!]'

For a moment there was silence. This was because most of those present were taken aback by her voice echoing through their heads. To the point some were even beginning to question her. This due to most not trusting the use of the [Message] spell itself, let alone the person using it.

However, one of the higher ranked soldiers that was near her, someone who was still covered in some injuries after having to finish off a beastman with his bare hands. This man was tall, incredibly well-built, with green eyes and messy brown hair, and seemed to be wearing rather light looking armor that gave him greater agility. Letting out a fierce grunt, he grabbed a sword, and climbed on top of the restrained Gigant Basilisk, even if it could kill him at any moment if it got loose.

"You heard her people! She just immobilized this beast, when we couldn't even hope to kill it. We would be fools to NOT listen to her. What do you say!? Shall we die here in this gods-forsaken path, surrounded by goblins and ogres, or will we see our duty through!? Shall we make our way to that city of horrors, and put an end to this horrific nightmare!?" He cried out, getting the attention of all those present, and all those still connected via the mass [Message] spell.

"So far we've failed, but with the power of the Espada we can make it! Tell me, do we stay here, and continue doing as we did before? Or will you back those that came here to help us? Will you leave all this work to a small group of mercenaries, when we are an army!?"

'"No!"' Came several replies at once.

"Good! Now charge!"

It worked, as the army began to go back into formation and act as one would expect of highly trained and skilled individuals to do. Now she could see that at least pushing back was possible with the rest of the army. Then, her attention went to the man who was still on top of the Gigant Basilisk, and the fact him being there was fiercely annoying it.

"You do understand the Basilisk could have broken free at any moment and killed you mid-speech?" She dryly asked.

"Naturally. However, given the circumstances and your usage of that spell, they needed something drastic to get their heads back in the game." He replied with a calm tone.

"Then, go join them. I'm about to put this thing to better use." Carmyn gruffly informed, which was both a strange and somewhat amusing sight to him, given her child-like appearance.

"Very well. I trust you know what you're doing." He casually said, jumping off the creature and walking away, picking up a few more swords as he did.

When he was far enough away, Carmyn released the Gigant Basilisk, which immediate went to bite her, just to be stopped by the casting of the spell, [Charm Beast]. This easily put even a Gigant Basilisk under her control and influence.

"Now, go and kill the non-humans!" She firmly ordered.

In a location further away, Cesar sat on top of a tree, his arms crossed as he counted the time, wondering when Nato would show up. He knew of the large human operation against Fale, and wanted to inform Nato about it. However, Cesar was surprised to see that Nato hadn't come to meet him at their agreed time, which was a day ago.

Since Nato was not one to normally miss these meetings, Cesar had come back today to see if he appeared. Of course, he had considered the fact Nato might have been found out, but he highly doubted it since he was very good at hiding his true intentions. Cesar had also considered the fact that he might be in Fale's territory, but that didn't make sense as Nato was rarely deployed to the front lines.

Leaning back on the branch, Cesar tried his best to relax. He felt that something was very wrong, and it did not settle well with him. As he tried to calm his mind a rock the size of an apple suddenly came rocketing toward him from the left, striking his side.

The impact was more than enough to break his arm as he was sent crashing onto the ground. Cesar hissed in pain, his right hand going to his left arm as he got on his back, and looked in the direction the improvised projectile had come from. To his horror, he saw Sabre casually emerging from the trees.

"Long time no see, Cesar.~" She purred, approaching him.

"S-Sabre? What are you doing here?" Cesar asked, getting back to his feet.

"I picked up Pantera's trail." Sabre replied nonchalantly.

Cesar's eyes widened briefly before he recomposed himself. He had taken so many precautions, and Pantera with her walks had put everything at risk. He knew that even if Sabre was the weakest of those that fell under the category of "Lord", she was enough to handle Pantera, not to mention his weakened self. He didn't know much about Sajin Komamura, so he couldn't say he would be able to beat her or not.

"Then why attack me? I did nothing wrong to you. I don't know where Pantera is."

Sabre tilted her head to the side, and then leaned down to pick a few strands of grass with her right hand. Placing them on her palm, she aimed it at Cesar, and blew on them, causing the strands to dart towards him like projectiles. They scraped past him, giving him several shallow cuts, along with one that sliced through his blind eye.

"Lie. I can tell you tried to hide her smell. But she's all over you, Cesar.~"

"Very well… Kill me if you see fit. However, you'll get nothing from it…" Cesar began, when her hand wrapped around his throat lifting him into the air.

"I can also smell you, Cesar.~ Somethin' tells me you live with her. Perhaps even mate.~ Fitting of weaklings like you. Of traitors." Sabre hissed, dropping him as if he was nothing.

"You'll die, Sabre. You will die if you go after her." He stoically declared.

"She's weak."

"There's another. Stronger than her. Stronger than you." Cesar defiantly informed.

"Still weak. But before that, I want to teach you a lesson." Sabre growled with a menacing grin.

"..."