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The lab is located dead in the middle of Las Noches. From the outside, it looks like an old, half sunken tower and it wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume so. Most of it had been destroyed during the rebellion. After Arturo's defeat, it was ransacked, but Cillian intervened, hoping to keep what remained of his predecessor's work intact so that he could further develop Arturo's research despite the vast gap between their scientific knowledge.

Both of them studied spiritual beings' biology and anatomy as well as the mechanics behind Reiatsu emission and Reiatsu use. The lab is littered with pods of all kinds that contain a multitude of spiritual beings, dead and alive. One peculiarity is that nothing is running on electricity. There are no electronics, but there exists equivalents that run on spiritual energy. Instead of wires, there are filaments of Hueco Mundo quartz. Display screens are thin panes of the same material enhanced with crystals. The language they use is similar to a Reiatsu version of Braille writing.

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Once again, Cillian and his ride entered the submerged tower turned laboratory through underground means. Since the window through which they burst through was located quite a distance underground, their entrance was accompanied by a cascade of sand that flooded the lower regions of the room designated for their arrival. Traveling under the sand using that specific breed of Hollow was extremely convenient for individuals weaker in the speed department, but it always resulted in Cillian being caked in dust and sand as though he had been dumped into a pot of flour made even more apparent due to his darker skin. This time had been worst, however, for his injuries had left him with scar tissues that were more sensitive than the norm. Every grain of sand he had been pulled against had grated against his nerves and made him wince.

Sanding, he thought with twisted humor he did not know he had and made his way to his resting area where he unceremoniously dropped himself onto one of the dark red cushion scattered across the enclosed space.

It was a corner he used to rest or meditate. From both an aesthetic and structural point of view, it was out of place and stuck out like a sore thumb once one had made their way to the first basement level, where it was located. Umber and red colored drapes surrounded the ten by ten feet area, forming what appeared to be a middle-eastern tent. They were made of opaque and sound absorbing material so that Cillian would be cut off from all the activity in his lab yet still be capable of sensing intruding spiritual presences. Today, however, Cillian had left them tied up against nearby beams so as to not hide his presence from view.

He remained motionless, sitting cross-legged on a cushion. Though he appeared to be meditating, his mind was far from empty of thoughts. He had had the time to gather enough data in his past few attempts to heal himself and, though they had done well in closing his wounds, they were only partial successes, experiments for him to gather data on what was right, wrong and most effective. Now, he was finally focusing on combining the conclusion of all his experiments into a single try.

Energy poured into his body and he directed the accordingly to where he was injured. The process wouldn't have lasted more than a minute, but felt like an eternity to him. When he would be done, he would be pleased to see even his scar tissues gone, but a tiresome ache would have settled in from all the energy he had needed to burn to finally learn how to regenerate his body.






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High Speed Regeneration - 13.5->15/15 with use of Coupon
Coupon Use: 1->9 left.

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Cillian had barely managed to clear his mind of thoughts and slip into a meditative state when disturbance in ambient Reiryoku jolted him into attention. Just in the nick of time too for barely three seconds later the sound of his visitor’s footstep reached him. It would be another five seconds before they came into sight.

It was Marta Nicole and the Skylight twins and their mood did not appear to have changed at all. Xerti was also skulking at the back and Cillian locked eyes with him, silently conveying the message to leave. The shadow blinked, as though not understanding, but disappeared into the depths of the laboratory. The Ternary had asked for a private audience and they would get one.

“Thank you. I can make a few wild guesses, but I will humor you with my trust in you.” He extended his left arm at the elbow, lowering his forearm in the direction of a nearby cushion as an invitation for her to take a seat. He was still covered in sooth and ashes, his clothes having been mostly burnt away in his latest fight. A fine layer of white dust had always managed to cling onto him from his trip under the sand, giving his skin a gray hue. “How did you come upon such information on the Sea of Purity?”

It was true that Cillian took pleasure out of observing a wide range of strong emotions manifest themselves in the behavior of others, something he could rarely obtain in the presence of Marta Nicole, but he could find other forms of entertainment when dealing with her. She had survived so long as a member of Las Noches despite her Natural rise to power after all.

Both Cillian and she were calm, calculating creatures and that had surely contributed to their mutual tolerance of one another. Well, as far as logic and rationality went. Cillian always had trouble grasping the value of influence of emotions such as love or care. Not to mention that his goal wasn’t anything as sane as surviving.




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Marta Nicole's silent fury did not go unnoticed, but, as usual, Cillian opted to brush it off if only to aggravate it even further. While she spoke, his old habit kicked in and he stirred so as to mirror her posture albeit in a much more relaxed manner. Golden eyes met scarlet ones in a battle to extract as much information as possible on each other's thoughts.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Cillian lowered his gaze to the space between them, breaking eye contact and spoke, bringing up his right hand to his chin. "So even they have failed." It was a simple statement, given in a nonchalant, yet pensive tone despite the gravity of the situation and what it entailed. To think that nature had such dangerous biomes in store for them.

"Some would say that our existence is a line too much that was crossed. Borders are notions set by those who do not aspire progress. As beings with such remarkable longevity, we have become complacent in our growth. It is no wonder that humans have managed to achieve so much in half as long as an average Hollow live and with only a portion of their strength. If it is yet too dangerous, we need only approach it from a different angle. Fire is harmful, but men have found ways to harness it have they not?"

It was an indirect confirmation that the two Arrancars had been sacrifices to gauge the dangers and effect of the Sea of Purity. What he was not telling Marta Nicole was that its lethality far exceeded what he had expected and he may have overestimated the previous Primera's capacity to detect danger and react accordingly.

"Where would they be now, pray tell? I would like to examine their body so I may collect the necessary data to better understand the strange phenomenon that is the Sea of Purity. I have not sensed their presence on my way here so the number of possibilities isn't that high and-," he paused, eyes darting in the direction of Zyne and Adán,"judging from the twins's jovial demeanor, I can only assume that they are in a position beneficial to you."





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The Ternary had indeed grown much stronger ever since Cillian had left for Soul Society which confirmed that they spoke the truth. One of the twins even went so far as to praise Corrona and defend her, something Cillian thought as foolish. "Adoration is something Corrona does not feel. She acts based on what she judges as essential and favorable for the purpose of her existence. Humans do no praise machines for functioning and serve their purpose so there is no need to do so for Corrona either. " She was, in a sense, the perfect soldier devoid of any emotions and feelings that would hinder her fair judgement which made Cillian wonder if the latter was defective. Either she had been that desperate or what she deemed essential did not concord with Cillian's beliefs.

Emotions, feelings and bonds were, after all, what had brought valuable assets to Las Noches. Bonds also ensured a longer lasting loyalty so long as all parties involved do not grow complacent. Perhaps he had been wrong. It was time for a final experiment. Too bad that he wouldn't be present to see its results. "What I can picture is what both of us may do, but two can not lead while harboring opposing beliefs and objectives. It will only fuel dissent and be an excuse to instigate rebellion. Only one of us may remain and may the victor find the middle ground for our differences."

"Shimmer, Mimica."

Just like that, Cillian released his spiritual pressure so as to take on his Resurreccion form and flood his surroundings with his spiritual energy. He wanted to see how strong the Ternary's conviction were and knew that the twins had been dying to spill some blood so he punched the space between he and Marta Nicole, grabbing onto the metal flooring beneath all the lavishly colored cloth and pulled it up. It would knock Marta Nicole backwards, towards where she cold regroup with the twin and make best use of their combined attacks.





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