What is the point(open)

-The many hollows themselves far weaker then him just keep away in distance as a sandstorm blew in this forsaken place, they where fearful of him his long blade dragging on the sand making a line in it as he walked along only for it to get buried in the sand, he was wearing rags to cover himself this creature was just walking with no goal in life but only to life in battle he tried to live among the other hollows but they grew fearful of him and ran or just died from his power, he stopped in the sand storm as it stopped blowing the forsaken sands and he removed his hood showing his face, he looked up at the moon always the same moon, he laughed being around so long and alone no true path in life, should he just insane and fight what ever he wants, he looked at his sword and enjoyed the sight of it-



-This thing was Zefonse, a natural Arrancar ash he hold his blade up in the air he was laughing for no reason, loneliness tends to do that, but he stopped thinking about it all he was looking for strong foes to face him in battle, he looked around him his long hair getting in the way of his eyes but he can see it all, he fired a cero into an area where he saw some large hollows not the grande but just large hollows he dashed over there looking at the dead body, its been a while since he ate so he devoured them eating the flesh so he can be full for today, before taking off in a random area, was something telling him to this way who knows he just wants a path in life-

[Heroism]


Today was... a special day. A very special day, indeed. But not for anyone, just for him. Why? Well, it was in this very hour, that the Primera Espada, also known as Dark Kabuto, was unmasked. Normally, meeting him without his release used was almost impossible - it was thanks to his Reiatsu and overall strength in his nearly permanent Resurreccion that he was feared amongst Hollows. But even in this form, without the black armor and the ability to warp time as he wanted it, his Reiatsu alone was enough to crush normal Hollows that tried to approach him. He was sitting on one of the few larger structures of rock in the desert. In the distance, one could see the giant fortress of Las Noches, his 'home' - at least, that was what the other Espada thought it was to him. But in reality, for Heroism, this was only another stepping stone he needed to destroy the Shinigami.
With his white hair flowing in the wind, the slender stature of the Arrancar looked frail, almost weak, looking up to the moon. There never was a sun in this world, a world of evil spirits. With his elegant bone fragments and Espada Uniform, he looked like he was a figure out of a dream. Or, to be exact, out of a Nightmare, simply because of how sinister his true nature was.
Of course, he noticed the free roaming Hollow that came nearer. According to the Reiatsu, most likely, it was another Arrancar - but Heroism wasn't that good at reading Reiatsu signatures. He had never been good at it, not even when he was still alive as a Quincy. Looking down from the sky, his thoughtfull expression changed to slight disgust as he looked down upon Zefonse - both literally and figurtively speaking.
"What a brute and clumsy creature... What do you seek, Hollow? Another meal? You won't find it here. The normal of our species don't even dare to enter my presence, knowing they would perish." His voice was soft, but arrogant and self-aware, and he spoke as if speaking to an animal or small child. Though that was actually the same for Heroism, the dark hero.