One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

That aura...

Yes……

Barragán... Your Majesty!

Hueco Mundo, the true master.

The skeletal emperor who symbolizes "aging" and "time".

Finally, it arrived.

That aura was different from spiritual pressure, different from domineering aura, and different from any known form of energy.

It's more like a "phenomenon," a "rule."

The moment it emanated from that pitch-black "black cavity," the entire battlefield of Seireitei seemed to be put on a silent pause.

The previously noisy battle and violent energy collisions all subsided strangely at this moment.

It wasn't that the fighters stopped voluntarily, but rather that an absolute fear of "the end," stemming from their very survival instincts, forcibly restrained all their movements.

The air has stopped moving.

It becomes viscous and stale, as if it were trapped in an airtight ancient tomb, sealed away for millions of years. When inhaled, it brings not oxygen, but a suffocating feeling of gradual decay from the inside out.

The sound disappeared.

The howling wind, the roar of energy, the screams of the dying… everything seemed to be completely isolated by a thick veil formed from “time.” The world fell into a deathly silence.

The light began to distort.

The once bright sky faded at a visible speed, turning into a dull, grayish hue, like that of an old photograph. The sun's rays seemed to have lost their warmth, becoming cold and powerless.

All beings on the battlefield, whether pirates or Grim Reapers, felt an unprecedented, soul-deep tremor under the influence of this aura.

It wasn't the oppressive feeling of facing a strong opponent, but rather an absolute despair of watching helplessly as one's "existence" is relentlessly stripped away by time, yet being powerless to stop it.

"This feeling..."

Whitebeard stopped arguing with Big Mom, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his usually domineering face. He could feel that his fist, powerful enough to shatter space, seemed to be... "aging."

"Ugh... This smell is awful, it's like spoiled dessert."

Big Mom frowned, and a rare hint of disgust appeared in her eyes, which were usually filled with avarice. She could feel the Homies, Zeus, and Prometheus, who were made of souls, trembling uncontrollably beside her, as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

On the throne, Lynn, the demon child who had been watching the show from beginning to end, finally stopped shaking his chubby little legs.

He tilted his head slightly, his pure black eyes gazing curiously at the dark crack, his small nostrils twitching slightly as if trying to discern something.

"Hmm? This taste..."

"It's...the smell of dust."

He made his own judgment in a childish voice.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a figure finally appeared from the dark crack.

No, that wasn't a figure.

It was a huge and magnificent throne made of pure bones.

Seated on the throne was an ancient being, seemingly existing for billions of years.

He wore a magnificent crown symbolizing supreme power. He was draped in a wide, heavy black robe as deep as eternal night. His body was entirely composed of stark white bones, and in his eye sockets burned two scarlet flames, as if they could pierce through the river of time.

Bayragang Ruisenbang.

The King of Hueco Mundo, the 20th Espada, a monarch symbolizing "aging".

Unlike the other Broken Faces, he did not leap out of the black cavity.

And so, along with his throne, he slowly and solemnly "drove" out from that dark dimensional rift.