Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the central Heavenly Court of the Hollow King Palace, a chilling, murderous aura filled the entire hall.
All ten Espada stood neatly below the steps. The terrifying spiritual pressure woven together from them was like a heavy tsunami, silently waiting for the moment it would erupt.
On the throne, Rosse sat like a god.
Behind him on both sides, Meninas and Bambietta stood respectfully.
The two women had already changed into the specially made black attendant uniforms of the Hollow King Palace. The well-tailored clothing outlined their graceful figures, while also declaring their new identities.
Both lowered their heads. The fear and struggle that once filled their eyes were gone, replaced by a kind of fanatical submission.
During this past month, Rosse had not only given them a bliss they had never experienced before, but had personally erased the death shackles planted by Yhwach, and even granted them new power.
Now, not only had they been reborn, the spiritual pressure flowing within their bodies had even faintly touched the threshold beyond that of a captain.
In just one month, their strength had undergone a complete transformation. They were now fully capable of standing on equal footing with Grimmjow.
Both body and mind had already submitted.
At this moment, they were Rosse's most loyal attendants, and also the hounds in his hands, ready at any time to tear everything apart for their master.
"Everyone, follow me into battle!"
Rosse's voice was calm and cold, a domineering presence that ruled over all spreading out from him.
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
Below the steps, the ten Espada knelt on one knee in perfect unison. Their movements were synchronized, and that low roar merged into a battle intent powerful enough to shake Hueco Mundo.
Buzz!
As the Espada rose, Rosse slightly lifted his finger, and space was torn open like a curtain.
Eleven massive, pitch-black vertical rifts appeared without warning in front of Rosse and each of the Espada, like eleven eyes of a demon opening wide.
Unlike the Quincy, who had to sneak through shadows, the Garganta controlled by Hollows possessed absolute dominion over space.
The coordinates had already been locked. The Garganta was a straight path.
Through those cracks swirling with chaotic black spiritual particles, the scene of another world came into view.
It was the Wandenreich, a realm long shrouded in cold moonlight.
Rosse's expression remained unchanged as he stepped into the Garganta first.
Behind him, Meninas and Bambietta followed closely, like two loyal shadows.
Almost at the same moment, the other ten Espada also stepped forward, entering their respective battlefield passages.
———
[Wandenreich]
This forbidden land, hidden for a thousand years even under the watchful eyes of the Soul Reapers, welcomed its most brutal visitors today.
Rip!
The sky let out a wail. Eleven massive black scars suddenly stretched across the dim heavens, a blatant invasion of this Quincy-exclusive domain.
Countless ordinary Quincies in white uniforms looked up in horror. Watching the apocalyptic scene above their heads, they tightened their grip on their spirit bows, yet couldn't stop trembling.
"They actually came straight at us?"
At the edge of the plaza, Hirako Shinji looked up at the sky-filling Garganta, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably.
Even though he had been mentally prepared, the sheer dominance of the Hollow King Palace's actions still exceeded his expectations.
"There's nothing impossible about that."
Kyoraku Shunsui lowered the brim of his hat, his voice carrying a kind of weary calm that had already seen through life and death, "Since they're here, it means the script has already turned to the page where the Wandenreich exits the stage."
He turned to glance at Ukitake Jushiro beside him, who had just recovered from severe injuries but still had a resolute gaze, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Ukitake had expressed that he wanted to watch the ending together with him.
Having a close friend like that was nice.
But deep down, he knew better than anyone that they had no hope at all.
In front of that man, they were nothing more than puppets on strings, moving toward the ending he expected.
Maybe even if Sarugaki Hiyori hadn't blocked that strike, someone else would have interrupted it.
The ending had already been decided.
"Tch! Let them come! Who's afraid of who!"
Not far away, Sarugaki Hiyori gritted her teeth, gripping her Zanpakuto tightly.
Beside her, Kuna Mashiro stood shoulder to shoulder with the equally silent Muguruma Kensei.
The once lively Visored group had now dwindled to just a few.
That bone-deep hatred mixed with helplessness had become the only thing keeping them standing here.
And at the very back of the crowd, Kurosaki Isshin stared fixedly at the leftmost Garganta in the sky.
Even from such a distance, even though her appearance had changed greatly, he recognized that figure at a glance.
That woman with long orange hair, Kurosaki Masaki.
Now, she stood in the enemy's camp, cold like a stranger.
She had become more beautiful, but also more unfamiliar.
———
At the same moment, deep within the Ice Palace, on the throne belonging to the progenitor of the Quincy, Yhwach slowly opened his eyes.
The previous weakness on his aged face was gone, replaced by a devouring majesty.
Even more unsettling, a third eye filled with divinity had already opened at the center of his forehead, as if it could see the laws governing all things in the world.
After a thousand years, he had finally fully revived.
And because he had reclaimed his power ahead of time, The Almighty had also awakened for the most part.
Below the steps before him, Jugram Haschwalth and Ishida Uryu stood side by side.
Haschwalth's expression was humble and solemn, with a trace of unease hidden deep in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ishida Uryu pushed up his glasses, a hint of pride on his face. The spiritual pressure surging around him was already nothing like before.
Although he was unwilling to become Yhwach's lackey, he had to admit that this power, comparable to the Schutzstaffel, truly gave him the capital to fight.
The current him could even instantly kill the former Cang Du in a single strike, matching the strength of the First Espada.
For this final battle, Yhwach did not choose to revive the Schutzstaffel. Instead, he poured all the surplus power into the two people before him.
"They've come to welcome their inevitable defeat."
Yhwach spoke coldly, his voice like a great bell.
He slowly stood up, and with a light grasp of his right hand in the air, an ancient and heavy Quincy spirit particle war sword condensed out of nothing.
"Let's go as well."
There was no extra rallying speech, just a simple departing figure.
The Quincy King, who had once again ascended to the peak, strode forward with his two strongest knights, heading toward the palace gates filled with smoke and destruction.
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