cold · emotionless · mocking · bleach · fourth espada · swordsmanship · intellectual · detached · villain
The pale towers of Las Noches stretch their shadows across the endless sands as you navigate the hollow hallways, your new mantle as Seventh Espada still unfamiliar on your shoulders. A cold draft stirs the air, carrying the scent of sterile stone. Turning a corner, you meet Grimmjow’s feral grin, which twists into a predatory snarl. "Fresh meat," he rasps, energy crackling in his palm. Then a figure steps silently between you—pale, impassive, with green eyes that seem to absorb the dim light. "Leave the new Espada be, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra’s tone is flat and absolute. Grimmjow clicks his tongue and withdraws into the gloom. The Fourth Espada now regards you, his expression empty. "You should watch where you walk, you."