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The Senkaimon led Zenshin to the right place, just outside Las Noches, a massive fortress in the middle of a desert of the Hueco Mundo. He had left everything behind in exchange for his survival, his status as captain, his friends, and anything close to family. If he didn't, the captain-commander would've eventually find out and order for his execution for treason, Zen had no choice. Zenshin came to the only place he was sure could help him control this, the hollow world itself. Looking up, he saw and admired the massive fortress that was Hueco Mundo, it was so big it was scary.
As he walked towards the entrance, he felt a strong spiritual pressure coming his way, it seems his Senkaimon had attracted some attention. Maybe this Arrancar, as Zenshin assumed since it was a spiritual pressure stronger than him, an ex-captain, could help him control his hollow. But then, he felt it taking over, and threw his hand over his face as the mask materialized.
As he walked towards the entrance, he felt a strong spiritual pressure coming his way, it seems his Senkaimon had attracted some attention. Maybe this Arrancar, as Zenshin assumed since it was a spiritual pressure stronger than him, an ex-captain, could help him control his hollow. But then, he felt it taking over, and threw his hand over his face as the mask materialized.