Miracle

The figure in the air crashed pathetically into the earth.

He violently pierced through the soil layer, his upper body completely buried within, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

Such an abrupt anomaly would definitely not be ignored—the Inner Court Guard members who were patrolling and reinforcing defenses quickly arrived on scene.

They held their Zanpakutō, all showing vigilant expressions.

"What, what is this..."

Though the crisis alert had been lifted, it definitely wasn't time to relax yet.

After all, the captain's orders were still for full alert.

"Don't know... should we contact the captain first?"

"What kind of joke is that?! If we rely on the captain for everything, what are we squad members for?"

The leader stiffly swallowed his saliva. His position wasn't high—he was just a small fry in the squad who couldn't even rank as a seated officer.

But even so.

When it was time to step forward, one had to be brave!

He stepped forward, and while drawing his Zanpakutō, also sternly shouted at this moment.

"Those with courage, come with me! Those who are afraid, that's fine too—go contact others and have them arrive quickly!"

"Understood!"

Having just experienced several rounds of major battles, Soul Society at this moment was 'wounded' but also at its most spirited.

Even the lowest-ranking squad members would burst forth with courage worthy of attention at this moment.

However, before they could begin their action.

A certain figure had already landed before them, making all these people stop in place.

"Having courage is good, but this isn't a place you should come to... stand down."

Captain-Commander Kyōraku's sudden appearance left everyone who had been encouraging each other stunned in place.

Wh-wh-why would the Captain-Commander come to such a place?

Before they could speak.

Several more figures flashed in succession, arriving at this location almost simultaneously.

All captain-level figures!

Even their own Squad Seven captain, Komamura, was among them.

"All of you stand down, and have the surrounding crowds disperse, staying as far from this place as possible."

While completing this series of arrangements.

Others also slowly gathered around.

The Hueco Mundo team led by Stark had calm expressions, seeming to come here merely out of curiosity about the results.

The remaining Quincy survivors led by Liltotto looked with complex expressions toward the pathetic figure in the field.

Neither side spoke much, merely gathering together spontaneously, as if waiting... witnessing something, quiet and silent.

Not long after.

The figure stabbed diagonally into the soil layer began to tremble slightly.

His body slightly curved, the soil around him began melting like butter. As his figure gradually sank into it, everyone's expressions became serious.

Everyone knew that guy was about to stand up.

After brief adjustment...

Yhwach returned to the earth.

But at this moment, he had none of his previous high-spirited bearing.

Yhwach's lips trembled slightly, his gaze vacant, as if he had suffered some irreversible blow, so much so that even his expression had become somewhat uncontrollable.

"How could... how could this be..."

Low murmurs like a lonely old man's, no matter when viewed, had an unnaturally mad feeling.

This guy didn't even have the mind to heal the wound on his chest.

Watching blood flow out from it, the nearby Quincy survivors couldn't help but start shouting.

"Yhwach! Do you remember the evil things you did!"

"Is this pathetic state the price for abandoning us? This is your retribution!"

"Hurry up and die! You lying bastard!"

...

What sounds?

Where am I now?

Yhwach's expression was dazed, memories of the past surfaced in his mind at this moment.

His birth, the humiliation of being abandoned, unwilling struggle... triumphant conquest.

All these memories came like tides, wave after wave pouring into his mind, making Yhwach's gaze slightly vacant.

This was... the so-called life flashing before one's eyes?

It was said that everyone would see this ethereal thing before death.

Was this my current situation?

After brief silence, Yhwach's lips couldn't help but press tightly together at this moment.

This situation wasn't unfamiliar to him... after all, a thousand years ago, he had personally experienced 'failure' once.

The wound inflicted by Yamamoto still ached faintly to this day. Logically, this should have become his new starting point, existing as a form of spurring himself to continuously advance.

But, but...

Why had things developed to this point?

What exactly had I done wrong? Wasn't all this supposed to be destined?

The fatalism brought by the Almighty made Yhwach at this moment even doubt the meaning of his own existence—if I was destined to fail, then what was the purpose of being born into this world?

I...

What was the meaning of being alive?

The moment his thoughts settled.

A stone was thrown from somewhere, hitting Yhwach squarely in the face.

Thud!

The sound wasn't loud, but the humiliation was extreme.

The tyrant who should have mastered the Almighty, omniscient and omnipotent, couldn't dodge this 'fatal blow'.

He staggered several steps at this moment.

The confusion on his face mixed with even more complex emotions, like an overturned spice bottle, making him unable to distinguish what his current mood was.

"Who..."

Yhwach's voice trembled.

Who threw the stone?

No one answered, but more stones responded.

"Go die!"

No one loved him.

No one respected him.

No one would ever honor him as king again.

The moment the tyrant decided to betray his own domain, offering everything to himself, this seemed to be the destined result.

Yhwach was hit by countless stones. His brow split open, seeping blood that soaked his eyes, rendering his dual pupils with a bright red outline.

Nothing remained.

Just like when he was born naked into this world.

Yhwach at this moment seemed to have returned to his original starting point.

Did I really do wrong? Was this really my ending? The ancestor of the Quincy with no one following, no one respecting him...

Indescribable sadness welled up from deep within his heart.

Like a survivor who had fallen into a dry well, he desperately wanted redemption, others' recognition, even just the slightest bit of goodwill.

No matter who it was, anyone would do...

Please, someone help me...

After this low whisper, like sobbing murmurs.

A miracle.

Occurred.

Yhwach's plea was answered.