And it was growing. Consuming everything, slowly expanding to cover the dish of Seireitei like an invasive weed. Yet nothing which went in came out. The stars dwindled and diminished in the holy light that basked to overturn heaven itself- yet the screams of a crying lad stroked the embers of night like a demon possessed.
Flares of blackness were eaten in the daylight encroaching upon night itself. This was no sentient power, no intelligent attack nor act of war. For whatever, reason, only despairing light came through. It smelled of Hueco Mundo, yet no arrancar nor hollow scent permeated the air.
Despair. Desolation. The Ghosts of Garganta sought to tell their tale, but who would listen?
[OOC: This is a timed mini adventure with a single reward. Tread Carefully.]
Wed Jan 03, 2024 12:18 pm by Senetue
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