Warrior of Darkness (смешанная)

Six years was a lot of time, Ichigo knew it better than anyone. For the greater part of that period, he had been looking for the Hollow King - the only creature able to revert his soul back to its previous, unhollowfied state. All this time, he struggled to maintain at least the semblance of his old life. Hoping that maybe in the future he would somehow regain what he had lost in the war. That he would finally get his chance to live.
So far, all of his efforts appeared futile, his hope wavering under the unyielding weight of time. What he wanted was no longer clear, and that probably scared him the most. What would he become if nothing changed?
Was Hueco Mundo’s god even real, or was it just a legend providing frail hope to the broken inhabitants of this deserted world?
Ichigo couldn’t tell and honestly, after so much time and effort, it was hard to bring himself to care. Little did he know that the wheel of fate was already spinning, every turn it made drawing him closer to his destiny.
The Eclipse was coming, and no one in all three realms was ready for what it would entail.
Especially not the young hybrid.