The blade, as if an extension of Aizen's will, moved with the swiftness of the wind. Its strike was precise—swift as a flash and sure to draw blood.
When his blade swept through, it was as if the clouds parted to reveal the moon.
All the chaotic sounds of clashing blades culminated in a single, deafening explosion.
An arm fell heavily to the ground, followed swiftly by half a body collapsing beside it.
"Bang!"
Alex did not utter a single sound, even in death. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in disbelief and overwhelming terror.
It was a horrifying sight.
Blood gushed from Leo's severed torso like a fountain, drenching the earth in crimson.
Everyone was stunned.
Aizen's strike was simply too brilliant, too extraordinary.