The human world was awash with rumors of the great stag. That was normal, yet the rise and fall of spiritual pressure had caught the attention of an old family. The Shinigami were far from average, still considered a Noble house of the Soul Society. Though their power was different, marking them close to what had come out as Vizards. The idea of a male with long flowing hair was not something that they would easily ignore, nor would they dispatch their progeny to investigate.

As the fabric between realities thinned and stretched, the sky rippled, permitting Jörmugandr to emerge from the depths of Hueco Mundo with relative ease.

OPEN STARTER

Eiji can only stare. His left eye strained, trying to locate the voice that addressed him so readily. A keening sound falls out, his shoulders tensed, emotions seem to flood through him: Fear. And something else.