The weakness of his knees. The pain that plagued his entire body. He was always tired and tired of it all. The fighting of a millenia had torn his soul and made him feel immense pitty. The feelings up till now, what were they to him if soon even he would cease to exist.

The days seemed even longer now and with every passing segundo the universe was collapsing in on itself. But hadnt it been determined from the beginning that the Soul Society would only destroy itself?

Aizen had finally done it. After so long of living with an endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth he had defeated the king...