The space opened around him gradually. Ancient architecture stretched in all directions as far as the eye could see.
Massive buildings rose toward the sky. Courtyards and gardens spread out in organized patterns.
But much of it still showed clear signs of damage and destruction. Cracks ran through walls.
Some buildings had collapsed sections. Gardens were overgrown or dead.
A figure appeared before him almost immediately upon his arrival. Aizen materialized from thin air in a shimmer of light.
The artifact spirit took the physical form of a wise, clean, and elegant old man. His robes were pristine white without a single wrinkle.
His beard was long and well-maintained. It flowed down past his chest. His eyes carried ancient wisdom accumulated over countless eons.
"Master," Aizen greeted with a respectful bow. His voice was clear and strong. "You've returned."
Arthur nodded in acknowledgment. "Take me to the core. I want to check on the restoration progress."
