Fallen Shields that Seethe

Shields of Soul Society
Rukongai, North. District 57.

Known only to the seated officers of the Gotei 13, including that of the Captains, there lay a safehouse hidden in the natural setting of the district. A land overrun by various foliage, trees, and other forms of wildlife; a true jungle in every sense of the word. It was a modest structure, no larger than one of the individual barracks in Seireitei, perhaps even smaller than that, covered in the plantlife that composed these lands so that it blended with the natural scenery. Though not many defenses were built into its construction, it was designed to completely hide spiritual pressure within its confines, courtesy of the Twelfth Division.

When the Shinigami's world had come apart, this was perhaps the most logical place for many of them to convene, yet as things stood, only Haruma Kuyanagi sat within the modest stronghold. A mere seated officers from the First Division, he was now Captain-less, and from the looks of it, none of his division comrades managed to escape when the Coven occupied the Seireitei's walls. All he could do, as one of the Shinigami to have escaped their grasp, was to wait.

To wait... and to hope.

That the shields of Soul Society would find their way here, so they could retake their home, and their world.