The Sound of Silence

A Fading Memory
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That barren, eerie realm was a symbol. Suspended between the and the, an outgrowth of the  where poor stray s gathered in their amnesiac confusion. Like a tumour. Supposedly a natural phenomenon. In fact, most likely another result of the neglect that the were infamous for. As usual, waiting idly for issues to solve themselves while they were content with their lives in the safety of.

As far as Jurō Henkō was concerned, the Valley of the Screams was completely unnecessary. Some sorcerers would disagree with him strongly, though. Nevertheless, he had a task to fulfil. He produced a small, impossibly black orb from within the confines of his ornate robes. Unhurriedly, he hovered toward a large wooden pole placed in the middle of a seemingly endless expanse of rocky mountains that the dimension was composed of. The place were the was to merge with  to become whole again. No need for that anymore, the mage thought with a smirk on his wrinkled face. The place was most appropriate for the placement of the lodestone in his eyes.

Soon, the Home would supersede this realm as well.

Meanwhile, as the object was gradually manifesting the features of that magnificent demiplane around the pole, Henkō sensed something. The area was desolate, currently devoid of any Blanks. However, two prominent spiritual pressure signatures accompanied him anyway. Unfamiliar signatures. Did any Shinigami happen to be sent together with him? How inconvenient. There was scarcely any in the atmosphere for him to exploit. All was good, though. After all, he could always call for aid. His infernal allies were happy to oblige. First, he generated Tenki to defend himself from harm. Then, he turned away from the spectacle of dimensional transubstantiation to scan the area for enemies.

"Are you there to witness the beginning of the end?", he asked in a raised voice.