It was over now, the vanguard had prevailed. His attempt at destroying the weapon was thwarted and Hayden was giving him a stare down and asking him to not keep going down this road. The Shinigami knew if he attempted to break it again he would be forced to cross arms against the vizard he considered a friend so he sheathed his Zanpakutō, releasing his shaika and angelic states.
"Don't make me regret it then." He said, turning away and walking toward the destroyed city where the people would need help for many weeks to come.
|Death is but the first step in life|