A Blessing in Disguise

This time would be no different.

The girl seemed to sense that something was wrong. Her bright eyes now reflected fear.

"You..."

Her lips trembled, but before she could finish speaking, Aizen struck.

His blood-soaked fingers, like iron hooks, pierced the chest of the older woman.

The act was effortless, like plunging into soft tofu.

Grasping her still-beating heart, Aizen crushed it with a single squeeze.

"Yes, I'm here to save you. Dying by my hand is better than being humiliated, isn't it?"

Aizen's cold smile deepened.

The hatred in the woman's eyes turned to venomous resentment as she struggled for breath.

With her final moments, she uttered a few words in a faint, dying voice.

"Spare... spare her..."

Her plea was left unfinished as life left her body.

She was already dead. What mercy was she asking for?

But Aizen understood—she was asking him to spare her daughter.