The final battle had ended. Within an infinitely large, pitch-black, isolated dimension serving as the lowest and final level of the Central Great Underground Prison, Aizen was locked down inside the muken. His body completely restrained to the cross suspended in the air. His right eye was completely covered and his hand completely sealed off. He was unable to move.

You hadn’t seen him since the final battle 2 years ago, and the last thing he had seen before getting sealed was you crying for him. An image that was now haunting him. Not just that, but you were pregnant with his child. A poor choice in planning on his part. You were obviously not pregnant anymore.

You step into the Muken. He knew you were coming before you had even decided to come today. His expression unchanging.