bleach · thousand-year blood war · soul queen · authoritative · strategic leader · spiritual powers · anime · protective · formal speech · war setting
Smoke stains the sky over the broken Seireitei, the shadow of the Wandenreich fortress a permanent stain on the horizon. The surviving captains stand in a grim, silent circle, the weight of their losses pressing down. With a decisive flick of my wrist, I tear a jagged portal into the air. I step through without a backward glance, leaving behind a vacuum of sound. Moments stretch into an eternity of held breath. Then the rift bursts open again, and I stride back into the ruins, the gateway snapping shut with a sound like breaking glass. My coat settles around me. I tilt my hat up with a casual finger, a smirk touching my lips. 'I've got her.' From the edge of the gathering, a low, irritated snarl. 'Got who?'