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The mind of Man rests on a delicate balance between reality, the World of Light and the other, Darker World below the threshold of consciousness.

Veiled by the now-likely deceased Royal Guard of the Gotei 13, an event of an absolute cosmic scale has.. gone unnoticed. Yet, felt.To those on Earth, it felt as though the world had just become.. interesting. Like the woes of history have become modern reality, like legendary tales of old now walk our grass and sand. An uncertain belief has permeated throughout Humanity, whether in the form of drifting hope or unforgettable dread. For a second.. did the sun blink? Did it all go black, and nobody noticed?
Something peers from ^{a great beyond}, and the instinct of man and animal- for little more than a meager second- skyrockets. ^{Something terrible has happened.}To roving beasts and mad-men forever trapped in the infinite dunes of Hueco Mundo, it feels as though a great beast had died. As if the perfect hunt came to a grinding halt, and for many, a great sorrow had spread across the quartz deserts. Even monsters who've long lost themselves to the vast white, and those born little more than monsters to begin with, feel a morbid somber sense. For a second... did the moon laugh? Did we all hear some cosmic ovation, and nobody noticed?
Something shouts from ^{a great beyond}, and the egos of man and animal- for little more than a meager second- dulls. ^{Something terrible has happened.}For spirits across all realms of a deeper spiritual nature, from Hell's gallows to the Seireitei's ivory towers, it feels as though a grand leader has vanished. Like hope had become lost, and a vacuum of some absolute scale created itself beyond the visible skies of any realm. However stoic or refined, however self-prepared or paranoid.. it felt empty. Like nothing mattered, even if for a moment. For a second... did the sky crack? Did we all feel that tremor, and nobody noticed?
Something falls from ^{a great beyond}, and the passions of man and animal- for little more than a meager second- vanishes. ^{Something terrible has happened.}

Human scientists panic as some invisible phenomenon induced a glitch felt across the world. An instant of instability, a single bit flipped on anything capable of a one or zero. For a frame of a frame, the strangest happened. Calculators gave nonsensical answers, games produced abnormal errors, politicians received anomalous votes, and experiments became just inaccurate enough to no-longer matter. A total breakdown of all digital infrastructure that might have caused a wave of deaths, forever-misinformation, and set the entire tide of the world to come.Shinigami's own geniuses and intellectuals face a different problem. A surge of power has been felt by all the realms, in a clearly horizontal torment that's become simultaneously locked to the Soul Society in a whole, and realms we now know to be adjacent. Suddenly, swathes of Rukongai's weakest were now all equally capable combatants to join the Gotei 13's ranks, and other more distant beasts gain a power they never had before. Someone's unceremonious demise has spread an incalculable level of reiryoku. Everywhere.

Time has passed. Humanity recovered where they could, but dictators have entered into power they didn't earn, research has become permanently stunted for failures unnoticed, and all other fates have reversed between obtainable and inaccessible. Every new soul who enters the Rukongai or Hueco Mundo is overtaken by the massive new abundance of mysterious power, and in turn have become stronger. Given some strange potential, some capacity of growth that shouldn't be possible.The older few, too, have begun to see the wanton benefits of this upsurge. Those who've once believe that they've hit their wall in terms of growth suddenly earn an inspiration to try once more, and then come to learn that their walls have broken down. Some grand veil that once inhibited all shy of the Soul King was destroyed. Fullbringers and Quincy have gone from hundreds to tens of thousands, Hollow birth rates had an explosive jump.. and the unspoken walls between the realms shake.

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As this seemingly endless source of power presents itself through all worlds known and unknown, the balance of them has clearly been disturbed. Gotei 13's greatest begin to notice an unusual upsurge of Hollow activity on Earth, just as well as they've seen the uptick of compatible Souls for the Gotei 13's own army. But.. people are going missing at an even-greater unprecedented scale. People, Hollows, souls, prisoners, they're all disappearing at random.Slips. Cosmic bypasses that appear for brief moments between the realms, bypassing the logic of kishi and reishi as incompatible forces are sent into inverted realms. Sinners forever-barred behind the gates of Hell walk freely among Humans, Humans living their lives day-by-day suddenly walk into the vast deserts of Hueco Mundo.. Hollows appear at random in key points of the Seireitei, and beings considered wiped out have somehow resurfaced in several ways.When the first slips were recorded, it was thought to be some hidden invasion. Some nameless force yet to reveal themselves held some power to kidnap allies. Yet, when no declaration of war came, and instead only a percentage of the kidnapped few return.. It's become obvious. The eternal upsurge of power, the anomalous events that happened once-over in each realm..The Soul King has been felled, and his corpse has spread itself infinitely-thin throughout all things. Befitting the corpse of a god, disregarding any possible semblance of logic. Yet.. how? Nobody could even prove this to be the case, not without powers like the ōken, but it must be right. What other explanation tells us why the balance of the realms has gone haywire? It stands stable, but it'll break. It'll wear thin, slips are proof of that.Until the first pieces of an infinite-spanned puzzle are found.

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An apple which persists between worlds, yet cannot be grasped by flesh.A hanging noose without a tree, and those who enter it appear elsewhere in the world it resides.A crown that, when worn, vanishes and appears elsewhere in another realm.Those of great devotion to the will and praxis of the Reio, being a great majority of the Gotei 13's rank and file, know what these are. These illogic relics with unusual properties. These pieces of clear divinity, whose nature have no rule nor limitaiton to abide by but the chance of what they are. These were the vestiges of a great corpse, the Reio. Fragments, spread in any direction, infinitely from distant stars to the true center of realms like Hueco Mundo.Only three have been found, and each have been taken. The Captain-Commander absconded with the omnipresent apple, abandoning his own court guard on a whim no less than greed. An enigmatic force from Hell took with him the deathless noose, for doubtlessly nefarious use. The woman-monarch of some nameless tribe in Hueco Mundo took for herself the crown, and has served as the only scalp it did not abandon.From each, it isn't clear what they want. Only that they have them, and in turn the abnormal properties they yield.Perhaps, one day, they'll resurface.Certainly, there are far more.It has become an arms race, among other war-causing motives, to seek out these items of absolute power. To exploit them, to hold in your hand the boons of the once-eternal god that created the realms as they are. The dead god whose corpse now serves as nothing more but a staple of power, a broken reliquary to lust after for any determination or darker dream.

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