PREVIEW
... white sands and oppressive skies, devoid of time and color. It was here that Kenpachi Azashiro resided—albeit reluctantly.
He didn’t like Hueco Mundo. In fact, he found it detestable.
The terrain was dull, an endless desert of yellow-white sand, bleached trees, and ruins without history. The reiryoku-rich air was sharp and unsettling, and the hollow presence—the constant oppressive pressure of spiritual beasts—made his skin crawl. To him, this place wasn’t a battlefield. It was a ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























