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I dream of a plain of ice... I hear a voice, an echoing voice, resounding into the distance.
ON THAT PLAIN OF ICE, I DIE

Though the Hell King is most commonly held in very high regard in all dimensions, there exist those whom would rather see the present King's downfall and are willing to do anything and slay anything to see this goal come to fruition. Through underhanded means,
the rogue demons escaped the Hell King's wrath, entering the realm of Humans without permission to do so, and there dwell in the Valley of Screams, ready to do battle with the one man they once called King.

The peace that had once stretched across Soul Society is shattered by the emergence of new enemies. The Rakhshani, demons born of the dimension known as Hell to all others, who seek to overthrow the Seireitei and cause Chaos abound. With nearly all those whom had survived Aizen's insurgence now dead and gone, their descendants must now find their own way to win against nearly impossible odds, and defend their way of life as their ancestors once did, before its too late.

"Far, near, I hear it resounding... now I decide to search, to find it, and move onward.
Even if I die on this plain of ice."

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