In Pursuit of a Higher Power [Solo/Training]

It had been so long since Ophelia had last been here. So many timelines ago, the memories of which Ophelia had lost track of not too long ago. Even still, the memories of this place and what it looked like were very prominent in her head. It looked just the same as it always had. Ophelia couldn't help but chuckle at her feelings of nostalgia, even though she technically hadn't set foot here in this particular timeline ever. Her memories were such a mess. The more she thought about it as she walked straight through the center of the forest, the more she realized how much of her life didn't matter. Spending the past 500 or so years reliving the same interval of 20 years over and over. Every time it reset, her progress was wiped. She had to start over. There were no midway checkpoints, nothing that would let anything she did in other timelines even matter right now. She just had to keep trying and trying over and over. Maybe it was a pitiful metaphor saying that fate couldn't be changed. If that was the case, then she would have killed herself long ago.

But nothing was ever the same. It made her question whether time was repeating or she was being thrown in parallel timelines instead. There were cases where she was sure she did exactly the same thing as she did previously, but things changed still. Even in the first five minutes had something been different, even this time around. But that was around 19 years ago. Ophelia couldn't even remember what happened then, her memories were that jumbled up. All she could do was move along and hope that this time, she would finally break her curse.

Suddenly stopping, Ophelia sighed and looked up at the crystalline trees around her. They didn't have leaves, much to the woman's chagrin. Everything was sand or crystal or rock here in Hueco Mundo. There were no real trees, no grass, no nothing. It was pathetic. So ugly, so mundane, so colorless. It irked Ophelia greatly. Luckily, today she had some spare time to herself to take her frustrations regarding this world out on its inhabitants. Its disgusting, greedy, self-centered inhabitants. All they could ever think of here was their next meal. That is, until they hit the state of Arrancar. Then they usually gained a sort of consciousness then. Usually. They were the only remotely tolerable kind of Hollows. The only kind Ophelia didn't take great pleasure in preying upon.

Walking around, it was becoming surprisingly difficult to find something to kill. She wasn't here just to slaughter Hollows. Getting used to how her powers worked this time around was of course something she needed to do. The choice of also using the time to take out her frustrations on the pigs that lived here just so happened to be involved as well. Lightly leaping over a pile of bones of who knows what, Ophelia turned her head casually to search her surroundings. Nothing. Well, nothing but those damned crystalline "trees". They were probably meant to "replicate" the ones in the human realm. To Ophelia, they were incomparable in terms of beauty, and that was all that mattered to her.

Remembering why she was here, the maid sighed and folded her arms. If they weren't coming to her now, she'd make them. A little flash of reiatsu at the snap of the fingers was all it took. She could already feel several decently powerful signatures closing in. While notably powerful than some of the Hollows Ophelia had faced on her way here, there was no way they could amount to her centuries of knowledge and power. Whether that thought was arrogance or not would be decided upon in the next few moments. She could see about three Adjuchas level Hollows racing towards her from the front, and as far as she could tell, that was all that would reach her in the next five minutes. That was the perfect amount of time to wipe them from this world. That is, before others showed up.

The dots that were the Adjuchas soon took up more and more space in Ophelia's vision until they were obviously a mere few meters away from her. Lifting her arm up above her head, Ophelia prepared with a grin to attack these pitiful creatures before they had a chance to react. The sand shifted only slightly underneath her feet as she turned to make herself a smaller target from their perspective. And with no more than a snap of the fingers later, she was ready. The moment her the sound reached her own ears, the redhead's arm had turned pitch black. It was darker than the night sky, a color that could only represent death. It was fitting for the fate these despicable monsters were soon to meet.

"Farewell, pigs."