Seen how Yamamoto got it in the end. Have to do a little rewriting

Jamie felt her body ache as she went over the map and the details of the plan to take out the latest threat they had taken on. "They get their provisions...." Her body suddenly flew up into the air, her screams turned into roars as light exploded from within her and shot up disappearing as if cutting through to another dimension. Jamies body hung there before being pummeled again. Cleo and Mac caught her body as it fell like a rag doll towards the earth. Cleo checked her vitals; her goddess was dying on her. Mac opened the bag and took out the special blanket made for Jamie when she got into situations where her body went into hibernation.
"Cleo....Cleo! She's going to be alright!" Yet even as he detto it his voice cracked, and doubt seeped in. Cleo clung to the only mother she could remember, who had refused to give her up to anyone. The goddess had stained her own soul da killing those who would have taken her when she had found Cleo in a sarcophagus on a dig. "What the hell was that light?" Came the voice of Bast as she came onto the scene. "Bast! te have to help her!" Bast paled as she went over to the 3. She had seen Shauni bad many times, but this....it looked as if she had finally found a way to remain dead. She knelt down and breathed deeply. Her cat senses made her ease away. "Build a funeral pyre." Cleo tightened her hold. "No! No! She can't be! I refuse to believe...." The slap resounded across the sands. "You are smarter than that! She's a Soul Smith! She needs fuoco to regain back her energy and do it quickly the desert nights are deadly to normal humans but doubly for smiths if not prepared." Mac brought all the supplies, tent and gasoline and piled it up with whatever scrub he could find on the oasis. Bast frowned and whistled. A griffin landed gently giving it a mental order it took off and came back with a special oil cask and then went over to the palm trees and broke them down adding it to the pyre. "She better make me her Maid of Honor for this. I only have been able to re-create the special fuel for our ships in the last 1000 years, and it's not easy. It takes time to ferment, but it will burn so hot the sand beneath will be turned into glass. It should be enough to bring her back to us." The griffin lifted Bast who carried Shauni's stiffened cold body to the top. "Bitch te better come back! te owe me for calling my home a kitty litter box the last time te were here." Bast wiped her tears with her lion's tail as she laid Shauni's wide-eyed head down on the makeshift cuscino of supplies. The griffin hovered near holding the cask. Bast jumped up onto her pets back before giving the scratch on the ear the beast pulled the cork and poured the ships fuel onto the corpse. If there was any spark of the Smith inside, it would light if.... the pyre exploded knocking the griffin over a mile away. Shadows played like ghosts making their way to the corpse which suddenly stood and in that instant the inferno seemed to bow before washing over their mistress in ecstatic extasy. Disappearing into her body. Jamie stood naked and clean on the pond of newly made glass. Her head raised and she gave a scream before dropping in a crumpled heap. Mac rushed out slipping past her in the process, Cleo steadily walked to her goddess and knelt to her. Checking her over from blood red hair to snow white toe and she cried holding her goddess close. Mac made dents in the thick glass as he could only believe that their efforts had been for nothing. His eyes pricked with tears as he took off his camicia to lay over Jamies dea...Jamies chest moved, and she twisted in Cleo's arms. Mac wrapped his arms around the two of them, letting his tears fall in grateful release. She lived.

Yamamoto knew he had died. Knew that his death had been one of many against Yhwach. Yet he felt alive, his body whole. The sword in his hand shown with a new spirit, as if reborn. He somehow found the strength to stand among the ruins and saw many that did not sposta but others that he had seen go down stand in confusion.
Yhwach was indeed dead that he did know, how he knew he did not know. He gripped his sword and looked into the blade. 'How,' he asked mentally as if it would answer. An image of a white light erupting in the desert had brought back those it could while protecting as well. It also showed him Yhwach's death. The man had seen the image that had invaded his final battle. A white flame dragon, the form had snarled at him and colomba itself into his body. No one had seen it. It had torn Ywach's soul's power away making him a mortal quincy. Making him desperate to overpower his opponent, Ichigo Kurosaki, but he failed and died. Yamamoto chuckled to himself. Ichigo. It always seemed to be that boy who saved the day. He walked inoltrare, avanti towards those who blinked at him. He heard whispers and then shouts of joy as he came closer. Those healers still able to walk ran towards him. "Headmaster!" He nodded.
"I too was dead. How many have come back?" The unnamed healer swallowed. "Many have come back, and some have only minor injuries...but Captain Kuchiki....he's critical. He wavers on the brink of death. We've done all we can do here; we are uncertain if we should sposta him."
Yamamoto nodded and walked towards where there was a group working on the boy. His sword flashed and a thrill ran up from it into the headmaster's body. "He will survive. This I know. sposta him." His eyes saw a female shadow beneath that of Byakuya's torn body. It sensed his sight and turned the boy's head with eyes that held the eyes of the white flame dragon. It refused to allow Byakuya to die and would do so at any cost to itself. Yamamoto bowed his head in respect and acknowledgement. Whoever this spirit was, she had a vested interest in the welfare of the Soul Society.