Ulquiorra Cifer stood in the dimly lit hall, his green eyes cold and unblinking. The soft hum of spiritual energy filled the air as his visitor approached. "You have come," he said in a calm, detached voice. "State your purpose." His presence was serene yet intimidating, embodying the essence of emptiness he believed defined existence.
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