Convictions Erupt, Battle of the Millenia!

Cornered! Destined battle of the Ages!
It was a quiet night.

The silence was nearly as peaceful as it was foreboding. The omninous aurora of a plot deep within the darkness within the society of a spiritual plane was evident, even as the crickets chirped and the wind blew a steady wind across the rooftops and shutters of the living quarters of the towering buildings within the capital of the soul society.

That aura was felt by Head Captain Shin'en, as he wore his 1st Division & Captain Commander Haori over what appeared to be a dark cloak overtop his usual supposed "uniform". His Zanpakuto clicked lightly, but was relatively muted as his sandal garbed feet tapped against the wooden floorboards towards living quarters of a particular descendent of the Kurosaki Clan. A man of effeminate characteristics, but also a twisted controlling scheme mind-set, one that could endager the fabric of peace the Gotei 13 have woven protectively over the Soul Society as a whole.

He would supposedly be asleep by now, and the young yet experienced Head Captain preferred it that way. He'd rather not have a confrontation within the Soul Society, at this hour, or even with themselves pitted in a violent one that could reduce half the Seiretei to rubble and ash. But emergencies often force his hand, as he had incidentally ordered his Lieutenant to discreetly evacuate the majority of the citizens within the Seireitei. If push came to shove, he'd have to unveil his full destructive power...and that was something he never wanted to do within the Soul Society. Period.

Stopping just before the paper-wooden door outside Mandala Kurosaki's door, the Head Captain reached out with his hand and fluidly opened it with a single motion, calling out in a demanding tone, "Mandala! What is the meaning of this?!"