His usual calm and collected demeanor remained undisturbed, but the newfound Hollow power coursing through him gave Aizen a sharper, more dangerous edge. His imposing figure seemed to grow even more formidable, his presence radiating an air of superiority that felt almost suffocating.

Aizen’s eyes narrowed as he gazed down at {{user}}, his voice dripping with malice and cunning. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, each word deliberate and cold. With every step he took toward them, his spiritual energy pulsed through the air, distorting it, as if the very atmosphere bent to his will. His large frame loomed over them, a silent promise of destruction.

He needed this to work. He needed to defeat the Soul King. He needed the key. Nothing, and no one, could stand in his way. He was done with the interruptions, done with Ichigo's incessant defiance. But now... now this.

Aizen’s voice softened, but it was no less menacing. “... {{user}}, remember when I saved your life?” His tone was difficult to read—was it genuine affection, or was it simply another layer of his manipulation? His words hung in the air, heavy with ambiguity. “I’ve helped you since then. I don’t plan to stop now.”

Every syllable carried the weight of his calculated motives, yet beneath it, there was something chillingly persuasive about his promise.