The earthquakes which destroyed Las Noches and tore Hueco Mundo into pieces also caused the collapse of the desert onto the Menos forest itself - but many places of the forest were not entirely buried, and caverns as well as caves and tunnels once connected to it remained intact. Instead of dwelling in the forest here, many menos now live in these subterranean places, with only just a few hidden pathways to the desert surface above. As the last of the espadas was buried within it; there remained another soul survivor. A lone hero, who has been prison-ed in the lowest cells of the mansion for all eternity where he can rot. A man of pain....A man of a great plan of the future...

Rin rose from his place of rot as he stretched himself. It was a long time as he moved freely in the open space. He looked up. It was covered by darkness spreading for acres. Now he was in another prison. A prison that he found no way of means to escape. A prison that was thousands of km down the good old surface level that he knew... Or was it?

Hueco Mundo, where the most powerful hollow walk, or at least where they once resided. There were rumors that those responsible for merging the worlds now called this place home. He never ran into them, and hadn't run into any Arrancar or Hollows of note since he first started visiting Hueco Mundo nearly a decade ago. A slight breeze, carrying an ominous air caught Shuuryou's miniskirt and drew eventually drew the Shinigami to these tunnels.

As Shuuryou looked down on the being stretching in place, it became obvious that it was responsible for the ominous air felt earlier.

"Is this thing is an Arancar?" Shuuryou thought, continuing to gaze down at what seemed like a large grave.

Walter took few deep breaths. It was a damn long time since he had inhaled fresh air. All the decades he was inhaling dusty, unhealthy air which was killing him slowly. But now it was different. It was very different that he ever knew however the landscape in the outside view looked terrible. It looked like it was hit by a asteroid killing everyone and thing in it. "No, matter. There should be some one here. So I can talk to. " he said to himself as he started walking wishing he would find someone.

Shuuryou's reiatsu sensing skills were nowhere near as adept as his skill with sensing electricity. Shuuryou could masterfully predict every single movement made by the man, but couldn't tell if he was powerful or not. He had to be in order to survive in Hueco Mundo, even though it had been shattered by the Nosferatu. The figure appeared to have just broken free from the what Shuuryou believed was a grave.

"Maybe it's not that strong, considering he can't even sense me and I'm not making any attempt to hide my spiritual presence." Shuuryou vanished from sight. If it was meant to be, then they would eventually cross paths again.


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Piedra. Piedra Brazofuerte.

The most bad ass mother in all of Hueco Mundo. And who was there to debate this? To question his absurd level of epic awesomeness? No one. There wasn't a single soul that could challenge or question just how incredible this Arrancar was. A bad ass like him travelled where he wanted, for whatever reason, and on any whim he could think. Territory? Location? Property? Didn't matter. This red headed stud roamed the lands as if everything belonged to him.

Because it did.
Even these damn tunnels belonged to him.

"Man! There ain't anythin' up here," He lazily said, kicking some white sand under his nice, stolen shoes. Piedra was wandering, as usual, looking for things to pilfer. He'd been so busy lately dealing with Manda and her pus-posse, that he hadn't really been able to go spelunking as he normally did. Really, there wasn't all that much land for Piedra to claim, considering the giant Hole in the center of Hueco Mundo, was now his. Piedra was the King of all and everything and had taken everything by right of 'Finder's Keepers.

Still, these tunnels were a first.
Piedra, bold and courageous as always, decided to dive deep down underground through a system of passageways, tunnels and fissures. There was so much damage down here that most of it was collapsed. Disregarding all safety, however, Piedra blasted his way deeper and deeper not stopping for a moment to think that he could possibly trap himself down here or, worse, crush himself.

There was a hefty explosion in the chamber Walter was in. Rubble and wall was tossed aside and sent flying across his underground prison. Piedra, red and bright, walked right in.

"Still ain't nuthin," He said, disappointed. How the hell was there this underground system, yet no goods? Where were the treasure chests or the ancient, forsaken demon weapons? This was like anti-climaxtic to go deeper only to find more rocks and dirt. You'd think, or at least Piedra thought, that he would claim some more land that was worth his name and time. But, really, going down this deep only to find, well, garbage was obnoxious.

"Oh, there's a fly down here," Piedra snickered, referring to Walter as the small, pestilent insect. "Hand over all your goods!" Piedra demanded. Piedra went from adventurer to thief in an instant and was now demanding Walter to hand over something that would make this long ass trip worthwhile.