"Damn it." Grimmjow muttered as he held onto his side, trying to cover his wound. His Arrancar healing factor could only do so much, it stopped most of the bleeding but it still hurt immensely. He propped himself up on a nearby boulder, hissing in pain.

The quiet of the night was interrupted with a voice calling out to him and a familiar figure running across the vast dunes of Hueco Mundo to reach him.

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