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Sexta (6th Espada)
Hueco Mundo - Karakura Town
Standing right before the broken but wide stairs, as if it was leading up to a throne or a royal kingdom palace. Xenethis had his hands pocketed, with his golden eyes peering towards the Negal Ruins. He was drifting into his own thoughts. There was no trace of the remnants of his mask on his face. If anything, he was the only Arrancar who could remove his mask or have it re-materialize whenever, with no side effects. The Espada was wearing white gloves, a white jacket, along with a white hakama and a black sash. However, his jacket has longer coattails than others, and the collar is higher.
Just like Las Noches, Negal Ruins gave somewhat of the same feeling. It being royal or at least a place for a King or a Queen. Turning his gaze away from the ruins he had made his "home" for whenever he wanted to get away from anything of the normal, Xenethis was looking at the sky. Descending the stairs, he stopped in his tracks, as his feet dug deeper into the white sands. As the horizon widened around the Sexta, there were several dead corpses around him, blood mixed with the sand. They were all nothing but Hollows and Adjuchas, something of the latter which was what he used to be before he transcended into a better version of himself, an Arrancar.
His black Zanpakutō was strapped to the right side of his hip before his golden gaze trailed from one dead Hollow to another. It was truly a mistake to belittle one such as him, and to him, they were not even close to quenching the bloodlust inside him. A deep but bored sigh escaped Xenethis' lips. "Hmm.. You guys were given a fair warning.." He finished quite casually before walking deeper into the desolate world and away from the ruins.
Xenethis disappeared, using Sonido to appear above the surface, and in the air, being suspended. "Maybe they can help me out.." He whispered to himself, before the air cracked infront of him, thus appeared a Garganta. The gateway to the World of the Living. A grin appeared on his face before he took a few steps forward. The remnants of his mask started to re-materialize on his face, but specifically just on the right side, from the chin and up to the end of his forehead, that's how it usually was.
Just the way he likes it, the dark abyss that was before him truly was perfect for what he was about to do in the World of the Living. The Garganta closed a few seconds after he ventured inside.
The Garganta cracked the air forcefully on the other side, and opened up. There was none but one figure standing inside it, with his hands pocketed as always, having a lazy-like look while his gaze was fixated on the beautiful world before him, and the blue skies and the sunny weather. The place was completely different in comparison to Hueco Mundo. Xenethis would paint this world with the blood of the Shinigami. Stepping outside of it, he was standing in the air as the Garganta closed behind him. "Esconder.." He uttered, before his own reiatsu dissipated and completely vanished, unable to be traced by entities such as the Shinigami or otherwise. His reiatsu was in other words, concealed, not detectable.
Xenethis wanted to take his time to find them, but knew that the fact that a Garganta alerted them, he would disappear from his current location, which he did. The Shinigami would finally meet someone who was entirely different than your average Hollow who enjoyed lurking and preying on the humans in the World of the Living. It was truly a pathetic sight to see, even for him. As he wandered around in the sky, or from one building to another, using Sonido, he could see how packed the world was. How the humans were living their normal lives. Not that Xenethis ever cared for a human, nor would he take his time to go after them. They were nothing but trivial in his mind.