The worlds of Hollows and Shinigami were not his friends, they were enemies. He was an abomination in both worlds, and he had one choice. The realm of Earth, the realm of the living.<br/><br/>And so, as his form emerged, he looked around studying the environment. It was full of humans, who were uninteresting and boring. The city in front of him was full of skyscrapers and huge buildings. He needed to find somewhere to hide. He used his Sonido to move through the city at breakneck pace, and waited anxiously for the sound of Shinigami. He would fight if cornered, but not before. Shinigami could be powerful, and knowing his own history, they would send nothing less.<br/><br/>He stood on the peak of the empire state building, his sword drawn, waiting for the sounds of violence and death to draw closer to him. He could feel the Shinigami's presence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Can it sense me? Is it powerful enough. I can sense it, so it has to be equal to or less than me. But by how much?</span>Vasto Lorde thought as his eyes flitted about, ready to fight whatever came his way.<br/><br/>The wait was killing part of him, he was dying to fight this person, mostly to get it over with. But the hollow half of him wanted all out bloodshed, something that would make 9/11 look like a tea party. Mass murder, destruction and death. He could be a god amongst these people, he could be death incarnate.<br/><br/>Here, he was the most powerful. Here, he was king.