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Zoran Zazraavitch rested his back against the cold quartz trees that linged throughout Hueco Mundo's Menos Forest. He always came here to train his hollow powers. But today was not the same as the rest. He was going to erase his inner-hollow entirely and leave it for dead. He was going to become a perfect vizard. Saying the incantation of bakudo 73, the pyramid-shaped barrier quicklyf ormed around him, syphoning off his power and giving protection from the hollows over his time in his inner-world. With-in moments, he opassed on to it, his sneses fading, only to come back in a world not his own.
The inner world of Akuma is one matching that of place Zoran had ocne died. It was the battle where the Crucades took place. Though, unlike the real thing, this feild was clear.None of the corpses or pools of blood that filled the war-torn land were present. It was just open land. Bare and without any form of plant life like grass, weeds, or trees. A silent wind casts over the area, the only sound for miles being those caused by the people inside this tomb. Around the battle field, a very thick fog encases the area. AT the very edge where it was no longer considered the same area, there was fog. It did not obscure vision inside this land, but did if one were to venture away from it. It was said to be endless, only moving in place as one attempted to escape the fog. It was an endless cycle. If the person were to ever escape, it was said to only be back where they started. At the location of the Crucades. Large rocks and stone are scattered throughout this arena, the only liquid being the fog that trapped people in it's wake. Looking upon the sky, a crimson sun that never fades overlooks those in this world. The night never comes. The day eternal. The temperature of the area is a fair seventy degrees, not being anything out of casual weather. The oddest part of this entire world was a single crater. A hole in the earth at the very center. In it is a endless pit of shadows and darkness, nothing seen at it's edge. This is true, because the hole is literally endless. It revolves around a small alteration in space, in essense, a distortion in space time itself. This is only in that one space. It only effects that one single pit. As one reachs one hundred feet under, they will be transported back to thrity feet from where the hole is located. Falling through that same seventy feet over and over untill they can manage to cease their descent and climb back up and out of it's trap.
Zoran Zazaravitch didn't bother to waste time, eh quickly puleld his zanpakto from its sheath, triggering his shikai and causing the dull blade of his sealed zanpakto to turn in to pure crimson energy. The energy began to reform. It gained shape and texture, even color and finally becoming solid.
The fomer golden guard that makes up the blade is replaced by a pitch-black hilt. Even the sheath is changed into a black shade upon the activation of shikai. The blade has a new unorthodox shape. It's hilt is still the same six inches in length and two inches in width, but the blade is much different. It now has dozens of jagged edges along the sides. It's former length of five feet and eight inches is now a shortf ive feet and four inches, though, the width of two inches has expanded to one and a half times it's old value. The blade is also thicker, sharper,and more defined, making it a weapon fitting for causing pain and causing lethal damage to a target. The gaps in the blade from it's jagged edge range form half an inch to an inch in length. In total there are thirteen gaps, each of them surrounded by two sharp point of the blade.
Zoran Zazaravitch spoke out loudly, wanting the inner-hollow to show it self as his tone echoed throughout the confines of his former resting place. " It is time we end this. I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago, Hollow. Show yourself and meet death."
( My post deleted itself again. I'm not retyping that 2500 word wall. I'll make up for it in the next post.O)
<-- Inner-Hollow for referrance,
The inner world of Akuma is one matching that of place Zoran had ocne died. It was the battle where the Crucades took place. Though, unlike the real thing, this feild was clear.None of the corpses or pools of blood that filled the war-torn land were present. It was just open land. Bare and without any form of plant life like grass, weeds, or trees. A silent wind casts over the area, the only sound for miles being those caused by the people inside this tomb. Around the battle field, a very thick fog encases the area. AT the very edge where it was no longer considered the same area, there was fog. It did not obscure vision inside this land, but did if one were to venture away from it. It was said to be endless, only moving in place as one attempted to escape the fog. It was an endless cycle. If the person were to ever escape, it was said to only be back where they started. At the location of the Crucades. Large rocks and stone are scattered throughout this arena, the only liquid being the fog that trapped people in it's wake. Looking upon the sky, a crimson sun that never fades overlooks those in this world. The night never comes. The day eternal. The temperature of the area is a fair seventy degrees, not being anything out of casual weather. The oddest part of this entire world was a single crater. A hole in the earth at the very center. In it is a endless pit of shadows and darkness, nothing seen at it's edge. This is true, because the hole is literally endless. It revolves around a small alteration in space, in essense, a distortion in space time itself. This is only in that one space. It only effects that one single pit. As one reachs one hundred feet under, they will be transported back to thrity feet from where the hole is located. Falling through that same seventy feet over and over untill they can manage to cease their descent and climb back up and out of it's trap.
Zoran Zazaravitch didn't bother to waste time, eh quickly puleld his zanpakto from its sheath, triggering his shikai and causing the dull blade of his sealed zanpakto to turn in to pure crimson energy. The energy began to reform. It gained shape and texture, even color and finally becoming solid.
The fomer golden guard that makes up the blade is replaced by a pitch-black hilt. Even the sheath is changed into a black shade upon the activation of shikai. The blade has a new unorthodox shape. It's hilt is still the same six inches in length and two inches in width, but the blade is much different. It now has dozens of jagged edges along the sides. It's former length of five feet and eight inches is now a shortf ive feet and four inches, though, the width of two inches has expanded to one and a half times it's old value. The blade is also thicker, sharper,and more defined, making it a weapon fitting for causing pain and causing lethal damage to a target. The gaps in the blade from it's jagged edge range form half an inch to an inch in length. In total there are thirteen gaps, each of them surrounded by two sharp point of the blade.
Zoran Zazaravitch spoke out loudly, wanting the inner-hollow to show it self as his tone echoed throughout the confines of his former resting place. " It is time we end this. I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago, Hollow. Show yourself and meet death."
( My post deleted itself again. I'm not retyping that 2500 word wall. I'll make up for it in the next post.O)
<-- Inner-Hollow for referrance,