Walking in the monochrome desert in the realm of Hueco Mundo. Hiruma had officially challenged one of the great. He had finally acknowledged his own power enough to become one of the Swords. Walking towards the great palace of Las Noches. He picked up his pace. Reaching the large mansion faster that possible. He entered the battle arena that was designed for battles such as this. He took a step in the round shaped arena and gazed around him. His opponent hadn't arrived yet. So he was in advantage.