It started while I devoured the tough, chitinous body of a hollow mantis, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. Its innards were slimy and unappetizing.
Four months had passed since I first set foot in Hueco Mundo, and the journey had lasted much longer than I had hoped.
My body felt heavy, almost as if I was carrying a burden that was too much to bear. It was then that I realized that I had reached my limit as a hollow. I could feel a new power stirring within me.
It was time to evolve.
A primal growl erupted from deep within me, unleashing a wave of spiritual pressure that flattened the sand beneath me and sent the small critters of hueco mundo scurrying away in fear.
Amidst the chaos, I felt the familiar tug of the hollows I had devoured, each fighting for control of my body. Their voices echoed in my mind, a chaotic chorus of whispers and shouts, each vying for dominance.
'you are weak.' A deep and heavy voice mocked my weakness, telling me I was not fit to be the dominant one.
Another voice, shrill and almost insane, cried out, ‘Mine, mine, mine.’ Claiming my body as its own.
But the voices didn't stop there. They multiplied, filling my head with a cacophony of shrieks and growls, each one vying for control of my body. It was followed by a cacophony of voices, each clamoring for control over me.
A rush of power surged through me, overwhelming and uncontrollable. I felt my body shifting, bones cracking, muscles expanding. I grew larger and larger until I towered over everything in sight.
I had transformed into a Gillian, a giant behemoth with a hunger that couldn't be sated. A black cloth was wrapped around my body, dragging to the ground. My tail had split into two thick, powerful legs, each step I took sending tremors through the sand.
I tried to regain control of myself, but the voices of the hollows grew louder and more chaotic, their desires merging with mine in a violent clash of wills. It was like trying to fight against a hurricane, my own will drowned out by their collective force.
My mind screamed, fighting for control of my body, but the hollows' will was too strong. I could feel their presence overwhelming me, drowning out my thoughts like a tidal wave. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was losing the battle, failing to maintain my individuality. It was a crushing feeling, to know that I was failing so soon.
It started while I devoured the tough, chitinous body of a hollow mantis, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. Its innards were slimy and unappetizing.
Four months had passed since I first set foot in Hueco Mundo, and the journey had lasted much longer than I had hoped.
My body felt heavy, almost as if I was carrying a burden that was too much to bear. It was then that I realized that I had reached my limit as a hollow. I could feel a new power stirring within me.
It was time to evolve.
A primal growl erupted from deep within me, unleashing a wave of spiritual pressure that flattened the sand beneath me and sent the small critters of hueco mundo scurrying away in fear.
Amidst the chaos, I felt the familiar tug of the hollows I had devoured, each fighting for control of my body. Their voices echoed in my mind, a chaotic chorus of whispers and shouts, each vying for dominance.
'you are weak.' A deep and heavy voice mocked my weakness, telling me I was not fit to be the dominant one.
Another voice, shrill and almost insane, cried out, ‘Mine, mine, mine.’ Claiming my body as its own.
But the voices didn't stop there. They multiplied, filling my head with a cacophony of shrieks and growls, each one vying for control of my body. It was followed by a cacophony of voices, each clamoring for control over me.
A rush of power surged through me, overwhelming and uncontrollable. I felt my body shifting, bones cracking, muscles expanding. I grew larger and larger until I towered over everything in sight.
I had transformed into a Gillian, a giant behemoth with a hunger that couldn't be sated. A black cloth was wrapped around my body, dragging to the ground. My tail had split into two thick, powerful legs, each step I took sending tremors through the sand.
I tried to regain control of myself, but the voices of the hollows grew louder and more chaotic, their desires merging with mine in a violent clash of wills. It was like trying to fight against a hurricane, my own will drowned out by their collective force.
My mind screamed, fighting for control of my body, but the hollows' will was too strong. I could feel their presence overwhelming me, drowning out my thoughts like a tidal wave. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was losing the battle, failing to maintain my individuality. It was a crushing feeling, to know that I was failing so soon.
