Bleach: Threads of Destiny

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After defeating Baraggan, Aaron prepared to use the Hell Gate to leave. However, just as he was about to depart, a massive golden hand appeared out of nowhere, descending with immense force as if carrying the weight of the heavens.

Sensing the sudden danger, Aaron transformed into an afterimage and vanished from the spot. He reappeared in midair, frowning as his gaze settled on the enormous figure that had attacked him.

Before him stood a colossal golden skeleton, shrouded in a faint glow and exuding a light gray miasma. The skeleton, nearly a thousand meters tall, appeared heavy and solid despite its skeletal structure. Its eye sockets blazed with blue flames, and in its hand, it held an enormous sword that resembled a Hell Guardian's weapon. Chains dangled from the hilt, their ends binding hundreds of tormented souls who writhed and screamed in agony.

Aaron narrowed his eyes and activated his "Exploration Loop" to assess the entity's power. To his astonishment, the creature's Reiatsu exceeded 200,000—nearly rivaling the full power of Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

The golden skeleton let out a deafening roar. While Aaron remained calm, he couldn't ignore the formidable presence before him. Whatever its origins, this foe demanded caution.

Without hesitation, Aaron raised his Zanpakutō and invoked its Shikai.

"Swallow it, Taotie!"

His blade and body became like a pair of black holes, voraciously absorbing the surrounding Reiatsu and reishi. Recognizing the threat, the golden skeleton swung its massive sword, unleashing a torrent of golden Hell energy and red reishi toward Aaron. The skies darkened as black thunderclouds formed, crackling with terrifying energy.

The skeleton roared again, and the chains on its sword extended, moving with impossible speed to entrap Aaron. Meanwhile, the volcanic landscape of the Great Scorching Hell erupted violently. Rivers of molten copper surged forth, and twisted creatures emerged from the craters. The sky churned with blood-red clouds as ghostly wails echoed through the air, accompanied by spectral arms reaching downward as if to seize everything below.

Aaron observed the apocalyptic changes, gripping his Zanpakutō tightly. As the skeleton's thunderclouds solidified, hundreds of black sword shadows, like lightning bolts, rained down upon him. Undeterred, Aaron swung his blade, unleashing a massive sword slash infused with golden and red energy. The thousand-meter-long attack struck the skeleton's head with unerring precision.

An earth-shattering explosion followed, shaking the very fabric of the dimension. The golden skeleton resisted for mere seconds before shattering into countless fragments, its roar of fury silenced forever.

Yet, even as the skeleton was destroyed, its sword continued its trajectory, imbued with immense power. The blade struck Aaron, sending him hurtling backward hundreds of meters. Stabilizing himself midair, he glanced at the weapon, now hovering upright, its chains spreading like a dark web.

The chains began to draw in souls—Hollows and tormented humans alike—pulling them toward the sword's core. Among them was Baraggan, who had just resurrected from the molten river. Initially cursing Aaron, Baraggan's expression turned to terror as the chains ensnared him.

"No! No, please!" he screamed, struggling futilely before being dragged into the web of chains.

As the scene unfolded, Aaron heard the familiar voice of his system:

"Ding! The box around the host is detected. Open it?"

"Open," he replied.

The system announced his rewards:

Reiatsu x15,000

Power of Hell x5,000

Fragment of Hell's Will

Hell Soul Fragment

The sudden influx of power surged through Aaron's body, strengthening him further. Yet, as he prepared to explore the changes in his abilities, an inexplicable spatial fluctuation enveloped the realm. The chaos began to subside, leaving an eerie calm in its wake.

Without warning, a voice echoed in Aaron's mind. Though formless, it carried an undeniable authority.

"Leave... Leave... This is your final warning... Leave."

The voice's source remained unseen, but Aaron instinctively understood it belonged to Hell's Will itself. The chains, sword, and everything he had witnessed were merely manifestations of its power—a clear message that he had overstepped his boundaries.

After a brief contemplation, Aaron nodded. Summoning a black Senkaimon, he cast a final glance at the strange sword and the wailing souls entangled within the chains. Then, without hesitation, he stepped into the gate and vanished.

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