Locked Away No Longer: Reikon To Blame

Hueco Mundo, Sea of Black Sand
"Some doors, should be left closed. Sometimes not for the safety of others, but for the safety of the one locked away."

Hueco Mundo, land of Hollows, land of Arrancars. A realm of truth, where only beasts could lay claim. No Shinigami or any other force could lay claim to the territory of the wicked spirits. Wicked to the usurpers, they were too busy quarreling with one another to really care too much about the goals and on goings of the other planes of existance, like the Soul Society.

And here, in the Sea of Black Sand, where the grains of dust and earth were as black as the void, matching it's counterpart, the sky devoid of blue. It was an area where most Hollows went to die, an area where Vasto Lordes would one day seek out their end days. It was a graveyard for the souls, even Arrancars came here to seek solace and solitude in the midst of the high spiritual pressure. Freeing them from the continual relaxation of the weaker regions.

It was void, it was the darkness that only the strong could enter. An abomination in the plane of Hueco Mundo.

And here... in it's ruins, once a 'castle' of a past Vasto-Lorde, stood a lone wall, admist all the pillars, rubble, debris. Was a Zanpakuto, seated on the remainders of what was once a palace wall. The blade of Ichimu.