It was Deja Vu. Wayland once again stepped from a Garganta but this time above another European landmark: The Colosseum. Rome was about to suffer the same fate as Paris, destined to become a hole in the ground. This time around, Wayland pulled Crucible from its leather strap and held it lightly in his right hand such that the head of the hammer was towards the ground. He released his grip on the zanpaktou allowing it to fall into the center of The Colosseum. Upon contact, the ground began to behave as the Eiffel Tower did in Paris. It became super heated as it was converted into energy by Wayland's Smelting. The affect spread into the Colosseum itself before it began to vibrate violently. This allowed pieces of the structure to fly off and hit the surrounding area allowing a chain reaction to occur just as in Paris. In a flash of light, another city had been wiped from the world of the living. Wayland hovered over his destruction once more with a disappointed face.

"Not here either. Hopefully third time will be the charm"

An ominous amount of Hollow reiatsu would fill the area, covering Rome in a blanket of unease and loneliness as a buzz filled the air, a white-haired man appearing in the center of the Colosseum, a hand casually extended upwards, a large boom echoing throughout the area as he causally caught the younger Arrancar's hammer. Golden eyes began to pierce through Wayland as the new arrival sighed, his voice echoing out as a smooth, monotone bass. "What do you think you're doing, little one? This is Rome, the seat of the Quincy. If I'd allowed you to have your way, the Inquisition would be at our doorstep before you could apologize. Quite frankly, our dear King wouldn't mind if I killed you on the spot for your stupidity. Care to explain yourself?"

Poor Wayland had found himself staring down the questioning, impassive gaze of the Primera Espada, the strongest Arrancar, one known as the God of Hollows, a man who now held his Zanpakuto casually in one hand as if the attack he'd been about to unleash on the city was nothing more than a minor annoyance. If he didn't give some answers...

He'd be in trouble.

Wayland wasn't surprised that someone interfered with his plans. In fact, he had actually counted on it. However, he was surprised that it brought out the Primera Espada himself. Looking down on his superior, Wayland smirked and couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he floated toward the ground landing a few feet away from Graven.

"I have to say Graven you weren't the once I expected to draw out. I figured someone from the Quincy or another Shinigami would show up."

Wayland walked forward a few steps grabbing Crucible from Graven's hand before he placed it back into its leather strap. Though Wayland respected the Primera's power and status he was not intimidated by it. This was due perhaps to narcissism but then again perhaps it was something deeper. Wayland looked directly into Graven's eyes to address his inquiry.

"I'm looking for something here in the world of the living and its buried beneath eons of stone and earth. The way I see it, I had two options. One, I could've spent an eternity searching or two I could flush someone out who knows more than I do about it. With the nature of what I'm trying to find it seems likely that only someone truly ancient would have any idea of its whereabouts."

Wayland adjusted his posture a bit as he studied Graven briefly.

"You say you're concerned about a conflict but I think there's a lot more to it than that. I think you know something and I think that's why you showed up yourself."

There was definitely something more going on here than what Graven was telling in his words. The question was whether or not it had to do with Wayland's search.

The elegant old wolf raised a single eyebrow and allowed the Noveno to take back his Zanpakuto politely, listening to his words with an unimpressed look on his face. He seemed to be implying that Graven knew more than what he let on about SOMETHING, and while it was fair that the eldest Arrancar knew much about many things, this conversation seemed to be missing a crucial detail. "There are likely many things that I know of that I do not share with others, from my identity as a human to the location all the way to what I did with the arm of the first Captain-Commander of the Gotei after I ripped it off. you'll have to be a bit more specific. I will say, however, that you are correct in that I am not simply concerned about a potential conflict. I am livid that an Arrancar, especially a member of the Espada, would risk Las Noches' safety over a simple search for an unnamed object that may or may not even exist here. Now, are you going to tell me EXACTLY what's going on, or am I going to have to rip it out of you?"

Wayland closed his eyes in disappointment. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy. Given the circumstances Wayland decided to get a bit more serious and leaned in slightly towards Graven shifting his weight to his left leg as he stepped forward.

"You know me well enough to realize I wouldn't be in the world of the living on this search if it wasn't something important. When have you ever known me to do anything without me standing to gain something significant?"

Wayland brought his voice down to a whisper as he delivered his next sentence.

"If you really don't already know this you should. There is a gateway here in the world of the living to a place outside of all worlds. Outside of Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, Hell, and this one. It is the soil of all existence itself where Reshi flows freely from into all worlds. I don't think I need to tell you how important that is."

Graven's already raised eyebrow lifted even further as he listened to Wayland speak as if the two truly knew each other outside of Espada meetings. Either way, the Primera decided to enlighten the younger Arrancar. Closing his eyes, the former King would let out a sigh and speak, his tone flat and giving away nothing as usual. "I know of this gateway, and I know where to find it. I will tell you, but be warned. Think carefully on this request, for the knowledge that I hold can create or destroy the very fabric upon which you base your reality on. Kingdoms could fall or be built from nothingness with just the smallest understanding of which I speak. Worlds can be shattered or repaired. Your entire existence could very well come to a screeching halt once I utter these words. So, I will warn you only one more time, search your soul for if there is any doubt in it then do not question the knowledge which escapes even the Gods themselves. Are you certain of your mental abilities? Because anything less than a pure genius will most likely cease to be with the truth I carry."

The Primera's golden eyes pierced into Wayland's, flashing red with his godlike reserves of energy as the gravity of the situation fell upon the Noveno. He could walk away right now, and live his life in blissful ignorance, or he could make a deal with the Devil, and allow his understanding to transcend anything he thought possible.

His next words would decide his fate.

Wayland grinned and his eyes narrowed upon hearing Graven's response. He was quite pleased to find that the Primera had the information he sought and how apt that such powerful information came with an equivalently strong warning attached to it. However, nothing would stop Wayland from what he had set out to do. The promise of control over chaos was worth risking everything over. Wayland took a moment to breathe before responding.

"I carry no doubt in this endeavour. I casted it aside once I began walking this path. I do desire the knowledge you possess. Perhaps after hearing the truth I'll understand why you held this information to yourself for such a long time."

If Graven truly did know the location of the gateway that Wayland sought this would certainly change Wayland's existence as his superior had foreshadowed.

The aptly-named God of Hollows watched his ally carefully, searching for something only he could find before nodding. Looking to the side, Graven let out another sigh, letting his shoulders slump slightly as if he were bearing the weight of eternity upon his shoulders. Reaching his hand out into the air, he would claw at it, tearing a hole in the fabric of reality, showing a field of darkness filled with tiny spots of reishi glowing in the vast emptiness of the void. The Garganta stood ominously next to them as Graven turned back to Wayland, his eyes sparking in amusement. "The truth is simple enough. The Garganta is not the opening, it is the void inside, one that connects all the realms and yet exists beyond them. Even the Dangai that the Shinigami use to navigate is but a corridor, a path to ensure their safe passage through this space. The reishi inside is turbulent, and travels between the realms freely. The reason that I do not make this information open is because while we Hollows have an instinctual understanding of how to open a path inside using Descorrer, the other races are not gifted with such a thing. They could arrive within any of the realms unhindered should they learn of such a thing, and I wouldn't like to see what the Quincy themselves would be capable of if they harnessed the reishi inside."

The answer was simple, true, and his reasoning for the secrecy was sound. However, the fact that such knowledge was hidden for so long underneath everyone's nose was astounding.

Not to mention, Graven's sense of humor was shining through.

As if to perfectly punctuate the Primera Espada's words, a beam of light raced through the sky, seemingly an innocent Heilige Pfeil racing at Bala speeds. However, the same seemingly-low power warning shot ripped through Graven's chest, the familiar tingle of a Seele Schneider tickling at the mighty Hollow's wound. "It would appear that we have uninvited guests in our Holy Land. However, I must ask you respectfully to leave or else I will have to call upon my fellow Inquisitors so we may... have a proper discussion."

Johan's voice came out in a thick German accent with a dry tone, his right hand holding a massive revolver that glowed with the familiar aura of a Quincy Weapon. Though his words would seem to be directed at both Hollows, Johan didn't look at Wayland even once. His attention was completely on Graven. It was quite clear whom he considered any sort of threat. It could even be construed as an insult by more hot-headed individuals. Johan could feel the immense energy swirling around Graven. A primal storm of blood and death, the Hunt given form and function. Though a single bead of sweat ran down Johan's chin, the man forced himself to stay calm, and keep eye contact with the Primera. What a way to start the day, huh?

As Graven was educating the lower-ranked Arrancar, he felt something tear through his chest, coughing out blood as he stared down at the hole that the newly-arrived Quincy had blown through it with a Seele Schneider, the black breastplate he wore having shattered and his robes stained with his own life essence. Most others, Wayland included, likely would have been killed by such an attack, however the Primera was a different matter entirely. Looking up to the newly-arrived Quincy after he had finished speaking, his golden eyes piercing through him, sending chills down his spine as if he were being sized up by a wolf instead of a human. His smooth monotone would reply to the other man's request with barely a hint of annoyance. "...You know, I liked this kimono. A pity. Regardless, I apologize for any intrusion we have made. I simply came to retrieve our Noveno Espada, whose self-preservation skills are...lacking. Tell me, what is your name? I will send a gift to formally apologize for the trouble I've caused you. Perhaps a bottle of wine, bottled during the reign of Caesar and preserved since then? I have several, a reward for my...assistance in a personal matter."

Even as he spoke, the hole through the Hollow's chest began to repair itself, the bones piecing themselves back together as muscles wove themselves back into their previous forms. On top of that, Graven's fine aristocratic features might remind Johan of a certain disobedient Acolyte of his. Food for thought.