Strongest Hollow In Bleach 소설 & 이야기

The hollow whistle in her throat turned into a soft human sob. One by one the other Hollowed reached the top. They did not attack the warriors. They gathered around me a sea of silver ghosts seeking the sun. I felt Ronans hand on my shoulder his strength pouring into me to keep me from fainting as the Hollowed drained my energy. I was a living bridge, between the Moon and the abandoned. Kael whispered, "Look," and pointed to the center of the pit.

++++ His name was Hollowscar, a highly skilled assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild. Hollowscar, who was 40 years old, had a 9-Star badge on the first floor of the fortress, making him one of the most experienced assassins. His evil nature that loved killing humans made him a good fit as an assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild, where his job was a pleasure in itself. In one row, two or three islands were surpassed. In one go, she earned enough Hellstone pay, and her forbidden hobby of killing could be mercilessly fulfilled. With a tall build, red hair, and a misleadingly friendly face, his Combat Power status is:

Anyone who was skilled in Ghastly Thirteen Needles would have capitalized on it already. This technique was a money-maker. “I said that I was familiar with it, but I never said I could execute it.” Kaze listed a bunch of terms callously. “Hollow Lock, Hollow Manor, Hollow Keep, Hollow Passage, Hollow Echo, Hollow Assembly, Hollow Cush, Hollow Core, Hollow Heart, Hollow Gait, Hollow Missive, Hollow Refuge, Hollow Vault, and Hollow Shadow.”

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

"The first weak point is near here. A place called the Sunken Hollow. The seers' notes say it's an old battlefield, soaked in blood and grief. The ward there is one of the most unstable." "The Sunken Hollow." Kael's voice was grim. "I know it. We've always avoided that place. The hunting is good around the edges, but the center... wolves who go too deep don't always come back. And the ones who do come back are changed. Quiet. Haunted." "Then it's definitely a weak point. I need to go there and reinforce the ward before it fails completely." "When?"

The sound built until the hollow shook with it—a den speaking itself back into truth. The route convulsed. The towering figure in the hollow staggered as if the names themselves had become blades. Brine burst from the earth in black sheets. The hidden lines under the house, the nursery, the old archive, the sanctuary remains, all lit at once in jagged red veins and then began to fail. Ty’s witness locked onto me with merciless steadiness as I reached down into the pulsing structure under the hollow and tore. Not flesh. Not stone. Connection. The old path screamed as it came apart.

“The seal hasn’t held.” Mireya’s grip tightened on her sword. “Then we reseal it. Tell us how.” Serenya shook her head. “It’s too late. The Hollow is alive now. It’s feeding on the space between us.” Kaelen pressed his hand against the mirror. The glass felt hot under his palm. “Then let me pull you out before it takes you.” “It’ll take you instead,” she said. “That’s how it works. One leaves, one stays.”

The zombies already crushed tight inside had no room left, and their bones shattered in a rapid cascade. Some of the weaker ones burst outright, their bodies collapsing under the pressure, crystal cores popping free from their skulls. The stronger ones could only endure as their bodies were compressed further and further. Dark blood and pus gushed out in heavy streams. The pool at Hayley's feet spread even faster. Boom! The steel plate in front of her shuddered. Hayley pressed her second hand firmly against it. There was a crazy strong strength-enhanced zombie among the horde. The moment both her hands braced the plate, her eyes sharpened.

Like the Hollows themselves. He looked at us. At the mate bond blazing between us. And smiled. Cold. Cruel. Knowing. "How touching," he said. Voice echoing. "Love conquering all. Bonds triumphing over emptiness." His smile widened. "But love makes you vulnerable. Gives you something to lose. And I'm very good at taking things away." He raised his hand. Reality rippled. The Hollows appeared. Rising from the ground. From the air. From nowhere and everywhere.