Preperations

The Hollow relaxed, its power now fully concealed once more and the energy exertion spent on the ritual quickly being replenished by the host it inhabited. The creature's flesh began to darken ever-so-slightly the muscles and physical size of the beast decreasing at a ridiculously slow rate to feed the creature inside and altering the nature of the fragment that once resided in Miraya's soul. It could feel a plethora of information flooding through it, a new well of untapped potential added to its stores of power and influence. Whether this individual piece would come to be of great value or not was still up for time to tell though. The darkness that manifested the creature combined with the Arrancar's spirit inside it, corrupting what little purity it may have had and fully integrating it into a part of its own manifestation.

The Hollow's eye watched over her self-examination, waiting to see if something more than the mundane reaction would come to be. Her strength had been amplified a substantial deal, but nothing to the level of extremes its own power inhabited or the other highest ranking soldiers of Hueco Mundo. Still, it was enough to distinguish her from common fodder, giving them an edge against any of the lower ranking souls in the vast desert of bloodshed. The festering darkness in her being could come in handy in the future, depending how she applied to new building instincts of malevolence building up any maliciousness already in her nature. As the explosions took place in the background, the creature raised its palm to the opposite edge of the crater that it once inhabited.

In the far distance, the charred body of the targeted Arrancar from before began to move, shifting up to sit upright in the epicenter of its former blast. The reanimated subject didn't make a noise, the only thing to tell of its revival being the faded image of them slowly rising to a stand in the far distance. The remnants of the parasite inside it had merged fully with their mind, fixing their body and stealing everything that once was the former scout. Their energy lead to an even greater power flowing through the monster's unseen form, the slow decay of the host body coming to a halt at this new source of power to feed its inhabitant.

"Just don't let it get to your head yet. There are still plenty that you don't want to get on the bad side of. You seem smart though, so I'll trust you can control yourself until you've adjusted to that point." The souls it influenced offered many benefits to itself, much as the Arrancar likely thought. These things didn't remain were they to die carelessly though. The evil power of its essence made this even more likely due to incurring the feelings of wrath and hatred at every opportunity and was one of the prime reasons it didn't drastically increase their strength too much right away. A power of such dark nature took time to adjust to, both in feeling and quantity.

"Now, it is getting close to my appointment with the Primera, so I'll be going soon. You're free to do as you like until I contact you later. Any questions before I head off, my newest associate?" The Hollow's gaze flicked back to Miraya. Their meeting had been short and to the point, free of many details outside the ritual between them just now. That was for a few reasons, most notably the limited time for this all to happen and the unknown nature of the next few hours before them. Once the meeting had concluded, things would become clear a new directive would be presented for the both of them.

in the distance, the revived figure of the burnt up Arrancar began to walk closer to the two of them. Given how far away it was one could only assume it to take some time before reaching them. Thought difficult to tell, the body was still heavily damaged and limping its way across the desert sand. Wisps of black energy poured out from their wounds, slowly mending them and returning the body to normal conditions. Their eyes were void of a soul, simply portraying a brainwashed husk like an undead cliche. Though simple fodder in the prelude to this day, the practical corpse now served a greater purpose to the unseen monstrosity and future Monarch. Ruvik waited, both for any last replies from the empowered Arrancar and the segment of itself to fully consume the mind and will of its victim approaching them. It wouldn't be long now, and then it could begin its trek to the fortress o the ten swords and begin preparations for its future, as well as the fate of the world it intended to corrupt.