Chapter #6,5 - Wolf Pack
The sight the two strange Hollows saw was a pack of wolves. Their silvery fur was naturally striking. The eyes of each of the thousands of wolves were filled with bloodlust.
Each of the thousands of wolves wore a different type of mask. There was the hammer-headed one. There was one that looked like a cheetah. There was even one with a head that looked nothing like a wolf. But they all took the form of a silver wolf.
Each of these silver wolves was organized. They seemed to be under the command of the big wolf at the front. Each wolf could reach an average of two meters vertically. The largest of the others was three meters.
Apart from his size, another remarkable detail of this three-meter wolf was the complete absence of the lower half of his mask.
A collective silver reiatsu rose from all of them as the big wolf showed his fangs. None of them had any holes in their chests, and it was impossible to tell what these wolves were except by their masks. Were these hollows? Or were they something else?
They didn't know, but for the first time... for the first time since they had reached this strange form, they were both afraid! And fear was the most natural phenomenon for them to experience at this time.
The wolves rushed out! Thousands of wolves surrounded them, a replay of the previous scene. Only this time they were the dominant ones and oh... unlike the previous hollows they were not weaklings.
Quickly blockaded, the two were at a loss as to what to do. Their first decision was naturally to fire the Cero, but it backfired in a big way.
Almost all the wolves opened their mouths at that moment and started howling! As the sonic waves trapped them like a cage, their own cero turned back on them and exploded on their faces!
BOOM!
They looked at each other as the Cero exploded on their heads, stunning them. Neither knew what to do. They tried to attack. They tried clawing but were pushed back by the sonic howl. No matter what they did, it was backfiring at them in this sonic prison!
And this sonic prison was getting tediously narrower and narrower. And as it got narrower, both of them... could see their death!
Suddenly they stopped and thought about begging for mercy, but looking into the wolves' eyes they realized that was not an option. They all wanted them dead!
The wolves' howls became cero howls as their proud Hierro began to shatter and disappear. Cries of pain were heard.
"Please... STOP!"
"WE SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO YOU, AAA~!"
At that moment, the wolf who stood out among the wolves spoke for the first time:
"Allegiance? What are you talking about? You are just prey. Our prey."
As the word 'our' was said with great force, they lost their last chance. In fact, it was the last sentence they heard. It took exactly five seconds for them to be destroyed by the Cero Howls until they had nothing left.
The wolves showed no hesitation in eating the handful of remains. Not to eat the prey was to disrespect preuly.
When they had eaten the remains completely, they stopped and all looked at the big wolf. The big wolf just shook his head slightly and each of the wolves surrounded the big wolf in a form of silver reiryoku. The big wolf stood still and his form slowly began to change.
His first appearance, covered in silver, was that of a gigantic four-armed werewolf. But then it slowly shrank and became almost humanoid.
It was hard to say that it was fully human. But it was extremely close. He had shrunk to about one eighty. He had a body that was not very muscular. He still had a wolf tail, ears and a mask accompanying that.
But the mask was only on the upper side of his face. His face was fully human.
He had a handsome face to match his broad shoulders. A sharp chin was the first thing that caught the eye. His pale skin gave him a sickly air, but the vibrant pink of his lips proved otherwise.
His jawbones were very prominent while his cheeks remained pale. His long silver hair flowed gracefully in the cold winds of Hueco Mundo as he gazed with black eyes towards the horizon.
His muscular, warrior-like body provided a stance that supported his elegant warrior air. His muscles were not bulging, but they were defined. It was clear at a glance that he was a hunter, and most importantly, there was not a hole or blemish on his pale skin...
He was a complete mutant now.
He knew it and a message confirming it appeared in front of him.
<Congratulations on the completion of your quest to reach Vasto Lorde stage!>
<Your current status is considered the pinnacle of Hollow. To go higher than that, you will need to either get reinforcements from outside or absorb different races.>
<As you absorb different races, will continue to mutate. Each race means more power and specialization of your race. Remember, are a Hollow, but first foremost Werewolf.>
<Congratulations on gaining the 'Pack' ability.>
<You did better than the system expected. With all that you have done, earned a total of 100,000 Battle Points. Good day.>
With that, all the messages disappeared. Kizuna was not interested. He already knew what it was.
He was not the old hollow. He was one person like before, but he was also thousands. He carried the will, the thoughts and feelings of all of them. But apart from all that, he was Kizuna.
Was that possible? Perhaps not, but he didn't care. He knew he was heading towards something other than the being of Hollow, and he had finally experienced it.
With his eyes scanning the horizon, he began to move with sonido in the direction which Harribel and the others had fled. He had only used two or three sonidos when...
He suddenly lost his consciousness in the middle of nowhere.