Ripple In a Pond

With a Purpose
Attack. Attack. Attack.

Heavy footstep followed another. Walking the streets of Ikeda, a giant figure unseen by most of the perplexed inhabitants. Towering over them, it rivalled many of the buildings in the vicinity with its size. -class Hollow, a gestalt monstrosity born of the accumulated despair of tens, if not hundreds of different corrupt Souls. It swung one of its elongated arms, shattering windows and cracking the walls. People screamed. Some of the debris fell onto the pavement, and those who were not fast enough to react were immediately crushed.

Attack. Attack. Attack.

Although a Menos Grande, perhaps the most generic of all Hollow types, this particular specimen had obtained a modicum of individuality. Its mask was approximately oval in shape but significantly narrower at the top, with a number of small orifices in a line right above the mouth and three larger holes that housed the eyes. One of the many Souls trapped within the monster had managed to emerge from the murky maelstrom of madness to assume control of fellow prisoners, only to be imprisoned again.

Attack. Attack. Attack.

The Gillian opened its maw to roar. A piercing, unpleasant screech. Inaudible to most, however, a few of the people panicking in the area did register something. Nevertheless, they were much more concerned with the inexplicable destruction. Soon, an eerily glowing blue orb manifested in front of the open mouth. . With the distinct sound, a beam of condensed spiritual energy swept across the street, vaporising several cars and carving a ditch across a couple dozen metres. The Hollow winced in the aftermath and, for the shortest of moments, a few thin shining threads could be seen by those possessed of spiritual awareness, etched into its head and leading somewhere into the distance.

Not feeding. Not defending. There was but a single purpose: attack.