'As expected, no illusion can affect my psychic talent; illusion can basically disrupt five senses, but psychic works on the sixth, seventh, and above senses: supervision, ESP, mind reading, telepathy, future vision, and many more spiritual abilities. His illusion is a five-sense hypnosis, but mine is a multi-dimensional, spiritual one.'
Nel hurriedly turned and glanced at Aizen in surprise, listening to his explanation, then she turned and glanced at Eero anxiously, looking for his guidance.
Upon looking at the smiling face of Eero, somehow her heart settled down; then she became curious about his ability, which repaired her mask.
On the other hand, Aizen was also surprised by the calm and smiling expression on Eero's face, and then he sheathed his zanpakuto and spoke while gesturing with his hand, "Now it's your turn, Mr. Ron."
Eero nodded and then unsheathed his zanpakuto and aligned it horizontally, reflecting all three figures of Aizen, Gin, and Tosen on the side of the zanpakuto, and activated his Resurrección.
"Reflection of the Hollow!!!"
A pale, almost colorless reishi pulsed around Eero, an anti-power that seemed to absorb light and sound. Tosen and Gin glanced at the reflecting zanpakuto in Eero's hand; after feeling no changes, their brows furrowed in confusion, the blade a simple, terrifying mirror.
Only Aizen, who was calmly looking at Eero, was waiting for his explanation; Eero didn't disappoint him and started explaining.
"My resurrection is the reflection of the hollow, which can reflect anything with the opposite effect,"
A smile materialized on Eero's face, looking at the fleeting expression change of Aizen, Gin, and Tosen.
Aizen's expression calmed down, and then he asked, "Mr. Ron, can you further demonstrate your ability?"
Eero nodded and pointed at the empty place of the throne hall. "Mr. Aizen, you are actually standing there."
Upon Eero pointing, everyone in the hall turned and glanced at the empty place; Aizen's figure beside Gin blurred and materialized in the place Eero was pointing at, a seamless, impossible displacement.
Eero nodded and then explained calmly, "My ability can reflect anything with the opposite effect; for example, if it reflects something broken, then my ability will give me the power to repair it; if it reflects something tough, then it will transform that tough thing into a glass, just like the Nniotra Gilga whose iron body transformed into a glass statue and broke. Also, after reflecting your Kyoka Suigetsu ability, it gave me the ability of a sixth sense, but my ability won't affect someone with higher spiritual power than me."
Upon hearing Eero's explanation, a profound silence spread through the hall, a stillness more absolute than fear.
Gin and Tosen hurriedly put their hands on their zanpakuto hilts, feeling constant chills rushing through their spines. They were truly horrified by the perversion of Eero's ability, the concept of an anti-Kyoka Suigetsu that nullified their captain's power.
While Aizen was standing silently looking at Eero in front of him, a thoughtful look flashed on his face, the smile finally returning, and then he smiled and praised calmly,
"Amazing ability, it seems after today I have to interact with you warily, Mr. Ron,"
After speaking, Aizen not caring about the dangerous ability and glancing at Eero with an appreciative gaze, a look only a strong expert gives another strong expert,
Eero glanced at the direction of Gin and Tosen, who were looking at him alertly, and then gazed at Aizen, shook his head, and replied with a smile.
"I am a man of my word; even if I have the ability to go against you, I won't come in your way. I just want to witness that you would succeed in your plans or not."
After speaking, he waved his hand at Aizen and then turned around, walked toward the exit of the throne hall, and Nel glanced at Aizen, nodded, and then turned around, followed Eero, and left the hall, the weight of the moment still hanging in the air.
Inside the massive, pale hall of Los Noches, the air was perpetually still, the light an unsettling, sterile white.
Eero was standing near one of the archways, the smooth, cool hierro of the fortress wall pressing against his back, his attention fixed on two figures in the distance.
Ulquiorra Cifer, a silhouette of profound emptiness, strode with his characteristic measured pace, and beside him, Orihime Inoue walked in a white Arrancar-style uniform, her head bowed. The sight of her was jarringly out of place, a spark of vibrant, human color in the desolate landscape.
'Orihime? Her presence here confirms it. The invasion of Hueco Mundo will soon begin,'
Eero thought to himself, a cold, calculating analysis overriding any potential sentiment. The delicate, trembling flow of her Reiatsu... a stark contrast to the vast, crushing spiritual energy of the Arrancar around them... was what registered as 'familiar.'
"Brother, do you know her?" Nel's curious voice, high and pure, sounded from directly behind him, her small form barely reaching his waist. Her huge, green eyes were wide with innocent inquiry, reflecting the unsettling sight.
Eero turned his head just enough to meet her gaze, the purple-gold heterochromia of his pupils unwavering. He gave the faintest of shakes to his head. "No, not personally. It's just... she possesses a unique reiryoku signature. One that feels a little familiar to me now that I am attuned to this dimension's flow."
"Then do you want to help her? She is a human," Nel nodded and asked again, her hand lightly gripping the edge of his Arrancar jacket, looking toward the room entrance in the hall with a hopeful tilt to her head.
Eero's expression remained placid. He shook his head again, the gesture slow and final. "She won't die here. Her role in this drama is not yet complete. Let's go. Aizen has called us for a meeting."
After speaking, he walked forward toward the distant, echoing meeting hall, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the vast, smooth stone floor, while Nel followed behind him thoughtfully like a loyal guard.
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