Interlude: A Quincy Stirs

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He wasn't sure what had happened but he knew something must've, for nothing else could explain their great lords reaction, for it had looked, for a moment, like he'd simply lost it entirely.

And if he hadn't been who he was, he might've followed in a few of his more brazen colleagues steps and did the same, before ending on his blade.

But even he wasn't that imaginative.

No, he found it the safer recourse to wait his lords anger out and simply have the other half explain.

Their lord was to drift off into his sleep soon enough. And soon enough they would have their answer.

The Visionary turned towards the second-in-command the moment he felt it, the familiar shift evident as Jugram gained powers beyond any beings wildest dreams.

The rest of the Sternritters that had made it to the meeting watched with apt attention, none saying a single word as they waited. Waited with bated breath, the unspoken question in all their minds.

Why had their lord suddenly started raging?

Jugram's iris's split, signifying one of the most powerful abilities known to existence. The visionary's interest peaking as his own patience threatened to run thin, the very silence threatened to make him go mad! He needed an answer!

And then he got it, only, it seemed to make things worse...

For Jugram Haschwalth had started screaming.

And for the first time in his life, Gremmy Thoumeaux felt fear. For if the balance could so easily see the same madness that had threatened their lord, even with his limited talents, then it truly meant dire things were coming.

It took but a second before Jugram had stopped screaming, a livid look to his face as he spoke.

"No matter what, no matter how," The Balance started, pure determination filling his eyes as he slowly lowered his gaze to each and every soul in the room. "Aizen Sosuke must die!