A Royal Hunt Ensues! The King and White Slayer Clash

Ambush for the Hunter, Predators Collide!
"Lord Aizen certainly has a flair for the obscure," Jigen thought aloud, leaning his jaw against his right golden plated fist as he tapped his left fingers upon a golden encrusted throne armrest. The velvet crimson cushions provided all the comfort he could desire while riding his Kidō airship. Designed to look more like an elaborate glider than a vessel of war with forward arcing emerald-veined wings and golden plated exterior with a bronze floor surface for its deck.

He combed over over the airspace of the Spiritual Realm hillside, aiming to find a particular person out of legend. Much like the majority of his colleagues, ironically. The man was a Quincy by name, but held powers that transcended beyond his warring or peaceful kin alike. Before the war would ensue its final hours, Aizen sought to acquire him as a final ally for the Sennin Butai before the Alliance would make their final attack upon the Inner Circle captured Soul Society.

Its been hours since he began, and Jigen was starting to lose patience.

"Have me look around for a man, like a dog for a bone, will he? I've just about had it with this inferior task!" Jigen snarled as his left armored fingers scraped audibly against the smooth golde armrest with irritation, "if he doesn't show himself in this approximated area that he swore he heard rumors about him being within, I'll raze this whole countryside!"