Post by Astrid Vess on Oct 31, 2024 18:03:02 GMT -5
As a portal opened into Karakura Astrid almost immediately realized something was off. Very off. From the moment she conjured up her sigil to the way it just immediately crumpled the fabric of space before her and opened up above the city something was very strange. Usually, to create a portal and go to the human world required some minor amount of time, instantaneous was not correct. It wasn’t until she actually stepped through the portal and was in the clouds of Karakura that it finally dawned on her just what was going on. The space that separates the two realms was thin and frail. That’s not to say it was ever “strong” in any sense, but it certainly was stronger normally and now, it was laughable. The only thing that couldn’t find its way through to the human world would be the literal bottom of the barrel. And even then, there would be those that huddled together and managed to make a tear anyway.
As she gazed over the city and started to see a festival in the distance as well as the various strange decorations that littered the city she wondered if this was in part her fault from having brought hollows here not too long ago. Yet even that wasn’t the first time, and it wasn’t going to be the last. She didn’t like thinking. Her brain felt like it was consistently clogged and attempting to do something that it wasn’t truly built to do, especially considering how slowly her thoughts pieced themselves together. Yet as she stood in the sky thinking, something finally clicked with her. A particular smell that she was intimately familiar with. The scent of brimstone.
Her eyes narrowed as she caught wind of that scent and immediately started searching over the area for any signs of Hell. Why would Hell be here? Just what the FUCK is going on that could bring them out?! And who wants to bet that there’s some stuck up akki and their fucking cronies who are about to start something because “it’s their right”. Just you wait til I find you scraps of Hell. You aren’t going to get away from me. Even saying that still had Astrid worried to a minor degree as she couldn’t yet use her release. Her body and autonomy were still fair game as was her reiatsu, as pitiful as it was. But her true capabilities were still locked away thanks to Samson’s bullshit.
She growled but was stopped as she caught a hefty scent of brimstone, and it was coming from the market district which was still recovering if the various dilapidated buildings and construction sites said anything. The few buildings that had lights on and people in them were at the ends of each side of the marketplace. The internals were more or less partially filled up craters and an array of broken pipes and materials. She made a mad man’s sprint over to the top of the marketplace and jumped off the air ground she was standing upon to quickly reach the bottom. In the process causing yet another crater to form, though this one significantly smaller in size than the central most crater in the marketplace.
The smell of hellion was thick in the air, and it wasn’t getting any better despite the light breeze passing through. Yet she saw nothing. No people, no hollows, no hellions. Not a sign of anything being alive and well, yet the stench was there. She slammed her hand into a nearby building wall, thankfully dilapidated, in frustration. It partially collapsed causing something to move around. Her eyes narrowed and she stood still, letting her ears take charge of locating the creature. At first, it stopped, then slowly but surely started to walk around in the building she’d smashed only to reveal . . . a cat. Small, black, and with bright yellow eyes. Astrid rolled hers at the cat and growled at it. The creature hissed in retaliation and ran off leaving Astrid essentially where she started. At the drawing board.
She spent the next hour walking, quite literally, through building after building after building. Starting from the inside collection of not nearly collapsed but well on their way buildings around the crater, to those that were partially damaged but still usable. . . until now. And that’s when she finally found something of note. A basement door. Something none of the previous buildings had, and certainly none that had some kind of breeze going through them, let alone with the stench of brimstone present. She slammed her foot on the door and tore it off its hinges. Having said door collapse onto the basement floor with a loud resounding thud prior to Astrid walking down the stairway and into the basement herself. It wasn’t a particularly filled room, and frankly was filled with more spiders, cobwebs, and a few boxes that stunk far worse than the brimstone did. But at the center of it was a small circle.
This circle for all intents and purposes looked like a door but was outlined in chalk. It also looked incredibly out of place as it had a black iron handle on the top as well as a thick heavy plate with iron nails slammed into it. Astrid rolled her eyes and kicked open the door with a loud thud and was immediately assaulted with a far fouler smell, the smell of rotting food. And not just a bit moldy and a week old. This was from Gluttony, where every kind of food that was fetid, rotten, and utterly rank came from. How she’d only smelled brimstone was beyond her primitive mind but fucking christ she was already willing to just slam the door shut. . . except she’d broken it off its hinges as well. Astrid made sure to very literally roll her eyes into the back of her head in frustration.
The internals while not as visibly foul as the stench was immediately not to her tastes as she found the walls oozing black mold and vomit. The stairs which seemed to go down farther than she could have perceived were made of dark grey-green concrete and coated in some kind of slime. Without a handrail it was almost assured that one would slip and fall all the way to the bottom without ever making it to the top. Whoever made this abomination of a pathway from Hell was about as inept as Astrid’s two brain cells were in thinking ahead. This better be worth my fucking time. If I have to eat another sinner condemned to gluttony and I get NOTHING to show for it, I’m going to go on a rampage IN GLUTTONY until I feel better. And considering how fucking nasty they taste, that’s gonna take a LONG fucking time.
Thus, Astrid began her walk down the stairs. . . . and immediately slipped. She hadn’t even made it down one step yet before the slime and muck that was beneath her feet damn near latched onto her. Only to have her be dropped flat on her face and slam into the walls like a ping pong ball. Eventually she finally found herself falling to the bottom as she landed in the center narrow but conveniently body sized hole. Eventually she managed to break her fall onto a single akki. It was as you’d expect fat as hell, emphasis on fat not muscle. Big hulking arms, tiny ass feet, and its torso was its face with a stomach mouth that spread from the “pecs” down to the navel. This thing was coated in grime both from the rain that perpetually coated the surface of that ring and worse yet had layers of grime from the walls and floor of the stairway. Astrid not only made its life worse but made the stairway even filthier.
As she slammed onto it and broke a few bones, she found herself accidentally flattening the creature into a disgusting pancake as thin bones shattered, and flesh went tense before slacking almost immediately. Blood, viscera, and organ matter splatted out across the walls, floor, and over Astrid herself. As Astrid’s body fixed itself and she was able to start moving again she found that the akki she’d just killed started to move. Causing yet another slip and slide match down the stairs. This time however, she didn’t fall on top of another, she slammed into them via the fleshy go cart that was the akki’s body. Each individual she slammed into splattered against the wall, fell onto the floor, and subsequently began to follow her and slam into others. Within a minute she’d created a veritable ping pong machine that was mowing through several knights of hell as she and her now unwilling entourage all spiraled through the staircase all the way to the bottom.
Astrid and the remains of the akki body found themselves at the bottom first, followed by 3 saika siblings, 5 hason, 2 nakkabaki (given they didn’t smell completely of filth and much), and 4 more akki. Each of which had the audacity to land directly on or around Astrid causing further pain, bruising, snapped bones, and even going so far as to nearly immobilize her. However, if only through pure rage Astrid managed to start throwing bodies into the walls by more or less flailing around until she dug her way through to the top of the pile of bodies. With one hason having been literally dug through as she tore open its chest cavity. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! AND WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS PIECE OF SHIT?!” Astrid’s eyes glared at all those present and not yet dead, which marked 3 currently, and immediately grabbed the throat of the nakka next to her.
“ANSWER ME BEFORE I USE YOUR INTESTINES AS A ROPE!” The nakka, an overweight and sweaty Asian man, tried to blubber out an answer. But with the sheer amount of fear and confusion going through his mind he couldn’t get anything out but single words. “Uh, but, the, We” And Astrid could feel her blood boiling. Quite literally as she wasn’t controlling her reiatsu and was starting to cause it to heat up excessively in temperature. After half a minute of waiting, she broke her knuckles and poured boiling blood down the throat of this nakka causing him to melt from the inside out. Screaming while his vocal cords allowed him to. She then threw his body onto two other hason who had finally started to become conscious and killed them on the spot. The remainder of the room began to run out of the stairway as Astrid clawed her way out of the pile of bodies.
When she finally got out of the pile and kicked open the door, she found the world significantly changed. On the surface it was still gluttony as sinners were being force fed, the rain was still freezing, and the muck was still present. But there were distinct buildings present. Buildings that weren’t around the last time Astrid had been present here. Not that she made a habit of coming to THE most disgusting layer of hell. But still, these structures weren’t similar to those built by the Sanctus. This was something altogether different. Different in a way that actually bothered her personally. Because that meant that her realm could have been changed. That whatever happened since she’d returned might not be there any longer. For an instant she felt fear only to then feel a blade go into her side and puncture her kidney.
It was a hason who’d stabbed her. Used part of its bone exposed elbow to do so and was currently chuckling. “Oooooh! You’ll make a fine meal! All muscle, no fat, you’ve made it a priority to hit the gym, haven’t you? I’ll make sure to change that when you reform hehehe!” It never thought to consider the fact that Astrid neither flinched nor yelled out at the otherwise intense damage. For that matter it didn’t even register to them that Astrid hadn’t taken them seriously since she’d showed up. But it was starting to become apparent that despite stabbing her, his own bone and soon his arm was melting as Astrid’s boiling blood was burning and eating away at him. He screamed in turn which finally broke Astrid’s gaze in the distance and reminded her that she had fuck heads to deal with. And this little asshole had made it their goal to piss her off today. A goal, it’d soon regret.
Astrid immediately pulled out what remained of its arm and punched him square in the face. Disgusting and vile as it was bone with sludge and grime coming out from its eye sockets and jaw. Black foul grime. It was far stickier than Astrid would have liked to acknowledge. She broke her fingers and sprayed its face with her blood while her wound fixed itself and her kidney more slowly healed. The hason next to her died in agony as the blood continued to eat away at its insides and eventually melted its brain quite literally out of his ear holes. With one hason down Astrid cracked her knuckles and smiled wide as she let her spiritual aura slam into all the hellions present. “I’M GOING TO ENJOY CLAWING OUT YOUR BRAINS FROM YOUR SKULLS! C’MERE!”
The next few minutes would have Astrid doing just that. Tearing heads from necks. Breaking bones via her teeth, fists, feet, or other conjured flesh. Hell she even eviscerated the group with Form: Obsidian if only to show them in just how many ways they could be killed and cast to the side like the stains on the walls they were. The worst part was that they weren’t even all that hard to kill. They were weak. Unbelievably weak and down on the low end of the totem pole. Yet each of them had a marking on them. No matter which hellion she was mangling and tearing apart she found that same sigil appearing again and again. And it was slowly dawning on Astrid just what this walking dumpster cans were doing.
She held up the head of the last hellion she’d yet to kill. Fingers, now with 9-inch nails piercing through its neck yet not in any vital areas. She brought the charcoal looking humanoid closer to her so she could hear it squirm and squeal before her as she got her questions answered. “You’re going to answer my fucking questions. And you’re going to do it before I rip out your tongue for being fucking slow. What the FUCK are those buildings over there? Who made them? And why the fuck were you going to that human world town? Hmm? Tryin ta steal the souls of those I need to feed to hollow?!” The hellion squirmed and cried out in pain as the nails continued to cut and tear their way through its flesh without having to do a thing.
It spoke up, voice raspy and small. Not too dissimilar from a dying flame that was sputtering in and out of existence. “I-it’s the new ring leader's base! D-don’t you know? H-Hell got reorganized! New monsters were put in charge of each ring! Even the landscapes have changed! Nothing is the same as it was before! A-aside from sinners being tormented. AGH! W-we were sent to Karakura to kill off a few people. Cause some trouble and start spreading the word! T-t-t-there’s even a rumor that the king left! Chains unbound and never to return! I don’t know anything else please don’t ki-” Astrid grabbed his head with one hand, and used the other to shred his throat like paper mache. Astrid could still feel her blood boiling and let out a yell unlike any she’d released up to this point.
She didn’t need to go to Violence or the forest to know that her realm was gone. The proof was before her. She saw the new buildings. Could tell that the ring had changed at least somewhat. And those fuck whits that worked for this new “ring leader” were going to start swarming all over the place if they hadn’t already. And worse yet, they were trying to make a play on the human world. She took the next few minutes to slam and smash the bodies before her before spinning around and seeing only a sigil on the ground where the stairway used to be. She slammed her foot on it and shattered the mush and grime covered ground. The sigil destroyed in the process. She then roughly and quickly made her own sigil and returned to the basement she’d started at. The spatial tear was immediate and flimsy just as before.
She still didn’t know why and now she didn’t care why. But she did know what she was doing for the rest of tonight. Playing fucking unsung hero because no one was going to take the souls of Karakura that were instead going to feed her hollows. Once the portal closed behind her, she jumped out the basement and through the floor. Landing over the dilapidated and now collapsed building. She let out a loud and inhuman roar of anger and frustration if only to let those in the remains of the marketplace know that she was coming for them. Your fucking time is number and when I find out who it was that stole my fucking ring from me? I’m going to tear out their fucking spine, beat them into a pulp with it, and start tearing out their organs one by fucking one! For the remainder of the night, Hell would not make any progress on Karakura, yet the sound of building after building collapsing in the partially rebuilt marketplace would echo through the night.
As she gazed over the city and started to see a festival in the distance as well as the various strange decorations that littered the city she wondered if this was in part her fault from having brought hollows here not too long ago. Yet even that wasn’t the first time, and it wasn’t going to be the last. She didn’t like thinking. Her brain felt like it was consistently clogged and attempting to do something that it wasn’t truly built to do, especially considering how slowly her thoughts pieced themselves together. Yet as she stood in the sky thinking, something finally clicked with her. A particular smell that she was intimately familiar with. The scent of brimstone.
Her eyes narrowed as she caught wind of that scent and immediately started searching over the area for any signs of Hell. Why would Hell be here? Just what the FUCK is going on that could bring them out?! And who wants to bet that there’s some stuck up akki and their fucking cronies who are about to start something because “it’s their right”. Just you wait til I find you scraps of Hell. You aren’t going to get away from me. Even saying that still had Astrid worried to a minor degree as she couldn’t yet use her release. Her body and autonomy were still fair game as was her reiatsu, as pitiful as it was. But her true capabilities were still locked away thanks to Samson’s bullshit.
She growled but was stopped as she caught a hefty scent of brimstone, and it was coming from the market district which was still recovering if the various dilapidated buildings and construction sites said anything. The few buildings that had lights on and people in them were at the ends of each side of the marketplace. The internals were more or less partially filled up craters and an array of broken pipes and materials. She made a mad man’s sprint over to the top of the marketplace and jumped off the air ground she was standing upon to quickly reach the bottom. In the process causing yet another crater to form, though this one significantly smaller in size than the central most crater in the marketplace.
The smell of hellion was thick in the air, and it wasn’t getting any better despite the light breeze passing through. Yet she saw nothing. No people, no hollows, no hellions. Not a sign of anything being alive and well, yet the stench was there. She slammed her hand into a nearby building wall, thankfully dilapidated, in frustration. It partially collapsed causing something to move around. Her eyes narrowed and she stood still, letting her ears take charge of locating the creature. At first, it stopped, then slowly but surely started to walk around in the building she’d smashed only to reveal . . . a cat. Small, black, and with bright yellow eyes. Astrid rolled hers at the cat and growled at it. The creature hissed in retaliation and ran off leaving Astrid essentially where she started. At the drawing board.
She spent the next hour walking, quite literally, through building after building after building. Starting from the inside collection of not nearly collapsed but well on their way buildings around the crater, to those that were partially damaged but still usable. . . until now. And that’s when she finally found something of note. A basement door. Something none of the previous buildings had, and certainly none that had some kind of breeze going through them, let alone with the stench of brimstone present. She slammed her foot on the door and tore it off its hinges. Having said door collapse onto the basement floor with a loud resounding thud prior to Astrid walking down the stairway and into the basement herself. It wasn’t a particularly filled room, and frankly was filled with more spiders, cobwebs, and a few boxes that stunk far worse than the brimstone did. But at the center of it was a small circle.
This circle for all intents and purposes looked like a door but was outlined in chalk. It also looked incredibly out of place as it had a black iron handle on the top as well as a thick heavy plate with iron nails slammed into it. Astrid rolled her eyes and kicked open the door with a loud thud and was immediately assaulted with a far fouler smell, the smell of rotting food. And not just a bit moldy and a week old. This was from Gluttony, where every kind of food that was fetid, rotten, and utterly rank came from. How she’d only smelled brimstone was beyond her primitive mind but fucking christ she was already willing to just slam the door shut. . . except she’d broken it off its hinges as well. Astrid made sure to very literally roll her eyes into the back of her head in frustration.
The internals while not as visibly foul as the stench was immediately not to her tastes as she found the walls oozing black mold and vomit. The stairs which seemed to go down farther than she could have perceived were made of dark grey-green concrete and coated in some kind of slime. Without a handrail it was almost assured that one would slip and fall all the way to the bottom without ever making it to the top. Whoever made this abomination of a pathway from Hell was about as inept as Astrid’s two brain cells were in thinking ahead. This better be worth my fucking time. If I have to eat another sinner condemned to gluttony and I get NOTHING to show for it, I’m going to go on a rampage IN GLUTTONY until I feel better. And considering how fucking nasty they taste, that’s gonna take a LONG fucking time.
Thus, Astrid began her walk down the stairs. . . . and immediately slipped. She hadn’t even made it down one step yet before the slime and muck that was beneath her feet damn near latched onto her. Only to have her be dropped flat on her face and slam into the walls like a ping pong ball. Eventually she finally found herself falling to the bottom as she landed in the center narrow but conveniently body sized hole. Eventually she managed to break her fall onto a single akki. It was as you’d expect fat as hell, emphasis on fat not muscle. Big hulking arms, tiny ass feet, and its torso was its face with a stomach mouth that spread from the “pecs” down to the navel. This thing was coated in grime both from the rain that perpetually coated the surface of that ring and worse yet had layers of grime from the walls and floor of the stairway. Astrid not only made its life worse but made the stairway even filthier.
As she slammed onto it and broke a few bones, she found herself accidentally flattening the creature into a disgusting pancake as thin bones shattered, and flesh went tense before slacking almost immediately. Blood, viscera, and organ matter splatted out across the walls, floor, and over Astrid herself. As Astrid’s body fixed itself and she was able to start moving again she found that the akki she’d just killed started to move. Causing yet another slip and slide match down the stairs. This time however, she didn’t fall on top of another, she slammed into them via the fleshy go cart that was the akki’s body. Each individual she slammed into splattered against the wall, fell onto the floor, and subsequently began to follow her and slam into others. Within a minute she’d created a veritable ping pong machine that was mowing through several knights of hell as she and her now unwilling entourage all spiraled through the staircase all the way to the bottom.
Astrid and the remains of the akki body found themselves at the bottom first, followed by 3 saika siblings, 5 hason, 2 nakkabaki (given they didn’t smell completely of filth and much), and 4 more akki. Each of which had the audacity to land directly on or around Astrid causing further pain, bruising, snapped bones, and even going so far as to nearly immobilize her. However, if only through pure rage Astrid managed to start throwing bodies into the walls by more or less flailing around until she dug her way through to the top of the pile of bodies. With one hason having been literally dug through as she tore open its chest cavity. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! AND WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS PIECE OF SHIT?!” Astrid’s eyes glared at all those present and not yet dead, which marked 3 currently, and immediately grabbed the throat of the nakka next to her.
“ANSWER ME BEFORE I USE YOUR INTESTINES AS A ROPE!” The nakka, an overweight and sweaty Asian man, tried to blubber out an answer. But with the sheer amount of fear and confusion going through his mind he couldn’t get anything out but single words. “Uh, but, the, We” And Astrid could feel her blood boiling. Quite literally as she wasn’t controlling her reiatsu and was starting to cause it to heat up excessively in temperature. After half a minute of waiting, she broke her knuckles and poured boiling blood down the throat of this nakka causing him to melt from the inside out. Screaming while his vocal cords allowed him to. She then threw his body onto two other hason who had finally started to become conscious and killed them on the spot. The remainder of the room began to run out of the stairway as Astrid clawed her way out of the pile of bodies.
When she finally got out of the pile and kicked open the door, she found the world significantly changed. On the surface it was still gluttony as sinners were being force fed, the rain was still freezing, and the muck was still present. But there were distinct buildings present. Buildings that weren’t around the last time Astrid had been present here. Not that she made a habit of coming to THE most disgusting layer of hell. But still, these structures weren’t similar to those built by the Sanctus. This was something altogether different. Different in a way that actually bothered her personally. Because that meant that her realm could have been changed. That whatever happened since she’d returned might not be there any longer. For an instant she felt fear only to then feel a blade go into her side and puncture her kidney.
It was a hason who’d stabbed her. Used part of its bone exposed elbow to do so and was currently chuckling. “Oooooh! You’ll make a fine meal! All muscle, no fat, you’ve made it a priority to hit the gym, haven’t you? I’ll make sure to change that when you reform hehehe!” It never thought to consider the fact that Astrid neither flinched nor yelled out at the otherwise intense damage. For that matter it didn’t even register to them that Astrid hadn’t taken them seriously since she’d showed up. But it was starting to become apparent that despite stabbing her, his own bone and soon his arm was melting as Astrid’s boiling blood was burning and eating away at him. He screamed in turn which finally broke Astrid’s gaze in the distance and reminded her that she had fuck heads to deal with. And this little asshole had made it their goal to piss her off today. A goal, it’d soon regret.
Astrid immediately pulled out what remained of its arm and punched him square in the face. Disgusting and vile as it was bone with sludge and grime coming out from its eye sockets and jaw. Black foul grime. It was far stickier than Astrid would have liked to acknowledge. She broke her fingers and sprayed its face with her blood while her wound fixed itself and her kidney more slowly healed. The hason next to her died in agony as the blood continued to eat away at its insides and eventually melted its brain quite literally out of his ear holes. With one hason down Astrid cracked her knuckles and smiled wide as she let her spiritual aura slam into all the hellions present. “I’M GOING TO ENJOY CLAWING OUT YOUR BRAINS FROM YOUR SKULLS! C’MERE!”
The next few minutes would have Astrid doing just that. Tearing heads from necks. Breaking bones via her teeth, fists, feet, or other conjured flesh. Hell she even eviscerated the group with Form: Obsidian if only to show them in just how many ways they could be killed and cast to the side like the stains on the walls they were. The worst part was that they weren’t even all that hard to kill. They were weak. Unbelievably weak and down on the low end of the totem pole. Yet each of them had a marking on them. No matter which hellion she was mangling and tearing apart she found that same sigil appearing again and again. And it was slowly dawning on Astrid just what this walking dumpster cans were doing.
She held up the head of the last hellion she’d yet to kill. Fingers, now with 9-inch nails piercing through its neck yet not in any vital areas. She brought the charcoal looking humanoid closer to her so she could hear it squirm and squeal before her as she got her questions answered. “You’re going to answer my fucking questions. And you’re going to do it before I rip out your tongue for being fucking slow. What the FUCK are those buildings over there? Who made them? And why the fuck were you going to that human world town? Hmm? Tryin ta steal the souls of those I need to feed to hollow?!” The hellion squirmed and cried out in pain as the nails continued to cut and tear their way through its flesh without having to do a thing.
It spoke up, voice raspy and small. Not too dissimilar from a dying flame that was sputtering in and out of existence. “I-it’s the new ring leader's base! D-don’t you know? H-Hell got reorganized! New monsters were put in charge of each ring! Even the landscapes have changed! Nothing is the same as it was before! A-aside from sinners being tormented. AGH! W-we were sent to Karakura to kill off a few people. Cause some trouble and start spreading the word! T-t-t-there’s even a rumor that the king left! Chains unbound and never to return! I don’t know anything else please don’t ki-” Astrid grabbed his head with one hand, and used the other to shred his throat like paper mache. Astrid could still feel her blood boiling and let out a yell unlike any she’d released up to this point.
She didn’t need to go to Violence or the forest to know that her realm was gone. The proof was before her. She saw the new buildings. Could tell that the ring had changed at least somewhat. And those fuck whits that worked for this new “ring leader” were going to start swarming all over the place if they hadn’t already. And worse yet, they were trying to make a play on the human world. She took the next few minutes to slam and smash the bodies before her before spinning around and seeing only a sigil on the ground where the stairway used to be. She slammed her foot on it and shattered the mush and grime covered ground. The sigil destroyed in the process. She then roughly and quickly made her own sigil and returned to the basement she’d started at. The spatial tear was immediate and flimsy just as before.
She still didn’t know why and now she didn’t care why. But she did know what she was doing for the rest of tonight. Playing fucking unsung hero because no one was going to take the souls of Karakura that were instead going to feed her hollows. Once the portal closed behind her, she jumped out the basement and through the floor. Landing over the dilapidated and now collapsed building. She let out a loud and inhuman roar of anger and frustration if only to let those in the remains of the marketplace know that she was coming for them. Your fucking time is number and when I find out who it was that stole my fucking ring from me? I’m going to tear out their fucking spine, beat them into a pulp with it, and start tearing out their organs one by fucking one! For the remainder of the night, Hell would not make any progress on Karakura, yet the sound of building after building collapsing in the partially rebuilt marketplace would echo through the night.
