Who even needs goals to move forward?

- ...But I still have a bad feeling about this. - I guess even your hunch can be wrong sometimes. This hollow, even though he's strong, he's not even conscious right now, and he can't move or do anything! Even though he could barely move his legs under the pressure of his target's reatsu, this fellow had a point: this hollow, no matter how strong he was, hadn't hunted or done anything for a long time. And there are two of them and he is alone. He simply doesn't stand a chance. Of course, that's if you ignore one small detail... - Hey, he seems to have disappeared somewhere. - Hmm? What do you mean? Oh, shit! The two hollow ones rushed towards the reatsu that had just disappeared. Very quickly, they were in place, however.... - Hm? Something's wrong. Hollow watched in fear as his comrade was torn in half. Before he could even react, an extra hole appeared in his body, in the stomach area. He spat out blood. - Y-you... Monster... The corpse slipped from the abnormal hollow's hand. - Monster? Interesting! Nobody's ever called me that before! Or called... Ah yes, I remember, there was a case. Anyway, it doesn't matter. He began his meal, still hovering somewhere in his thoughts. Although these hollows were quite powerful, they only increased his strength by a few percent. Finished pondering, the abnormal hollow dashed off in a random direction, hoping to find new prey...

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The sound of a falling body dispelled the silence around. - There didn't seem to be any more left around. A man in his forties shook off the sand that had somehow gotten into his hair and looked around, the burnt bodies of the hollow dotted around, giving off the smell of burning flesh, and only five people standing on this battlefield. - Yes, I think that was the last gathering of these things for a few tens of kilometres around. Let's get back- The man who spoke, shaking off the soot, froze abruptly, and rushed at his comrade staring into the hollow sky as fast as he could, however.... - Wh-what is that? The decapitated body fell to the grey sand, splattering blood all over it. The gaze of the other four caught on a figure a few metres away from the corpse: almost the entire body was covered by a white cloak made of something familiar, and the only thing visible from the back was the long, blood-red hair that reached the stranger's waist. A few seconds later he slowly raised his right hand above his head, in which was the missing part of their comrade's body - the head, from which blood was rapidly pouring, raised his face to the sky, on which there were no stars, and, without wasting time, opened his mouth, beginning to... Drinking the blood that dripped onto the sand. - Mnh~ How delicious... He licked his lips, threw the already drained head away with a sharp movement, and looked at the four remaining people and licked the remaining "treat" from his hand. - ...I want more. A sharp shudder and a dash to the side, and instead of a hole in the chest, the furthest man, who was preparing some kind of attack, receives the absence of his right arm. And the monster, seemingly about to suck them dry, had already tasted the blood pouring from his severed arm, now blushing(?!), looking lustfully at his neck. Goosebumps ran through his body, and he forced himself to think only of the battle. He was brought to his senses by the sound of an arm falling to the ground, kicking up some dust. - You're even tastier! I want you, I want you! Before he could react, a stranger's hand was in his chest. Moving slowly and carefully, the hand pulled out the heart beating at a frantic pace from the stranger's body. The breathless body began to slump on its back, and the monster was already enjoying a new portion of blood. The remaining three, who had managed to agree on a plan without a word, concentrated, preparing to use their last means of survival. Almost a minute later, as their enemy drank all the blood from now lifeless heart, their spiritual energy surged, merged, and created a circular "prison" around him that emitted a heat that made the desert begin to melt. The pressure it was emitting made space crackle. Without a moment's hesitation, one of the "victims" of the abnormal hollow that broke through the ceiling of the hollow's evolution, created hundreds of swords from the compressed Reatsu, and with a gesture of his hand sent it into the "prison", forcing it, and the monster imprisoned within it, a danger to the entire world, to break through. There was a cry of pain, and a series of vibrations travelled through the "prison", weakening with each passing second. Soon, the shocks subsided, the sounds disappeared, and the time of the spell expired. From the dispersed spiritual energy, a scorched, wounded, bleeding body with more holes than bones in it fell to the sand. Staring tensely at the monster that showed no signs of life, the three tired men exhaled and opened a gap in space. Having glimpsed the battlefield, they walked into the darkness of the gap. - ...Ganbō: Chiryō. A quiet whisper escaped from the abnormal hollow's mouth, and the spiritual energy around rushed towards him, healing his wounds. One of the people who had gone into the spatial rift sensed something and abruptly turned around only to be decapitated at the same moment. The other two also suddenly turned around, but one ended up with a hole in his chest and the other with his spine ripped out. Wasting no time, the abnormal hollow drank as much blood as he could. Thanks to this, his already fast recovery went even faster, and energy began to fill his body again. However, when he was about to leave back into the endless desert, he noticed something: the passage... Was gone. It simply wasn't there, nor was there a way out of this completely dark space. A few seconds later, he also noticed that the path beneath his feet was melting away. Just disappearing, and at a rather rapid pace. - Ah, yes. I'm using the spiritual energy around me, aren't I? As soon as he said that, the path beneath him completely disappeared, and he began to fall into nothing. To be more precise, it wasn't really nothing, it was.... - Not again... Primordial void in which everything, every world, every soul, every universe, resided. He just hoped he could stumble upon an interesting world, and preferably sooner than later...