Chapter 334: Fall of the Sun
It happened in an instant—a snap in the air where the world twisted, then settled into a cruel clarity.
The battlefield, once hazy with swirling reiatsu, suddenly stood stark and sharp. Blood soaked the earth, and the acrid scent of burning spirit energy clawed at every nostril.
All eyes turned to Mazuru.
His Zanpakutō had been shattered—obliterated mid-Bankai in a brutal clash no one believed he could survive. Yet here he was, standing tall, breathing steadily, and more terrifying than ever.
He tore open the barrier once more—not with the familiar blade of his Zanpakutō, but with something darker, something foreign to the Soul Society. An arrancar’s Resurrección.
Shock rippled through the ranks of the Gotei 13. Such a fusion was unprecedented.
Mazuru was an enigma. His soul intertwined with Beelzebub—a hollow of immense power, once an Espada feared for his merciless command over blood and devouring.
If Beelzebub was truly a fragment of Mazuru’s spirit, then the blade Mazuru now wielded wasn’t merely an arrancar weapon. It was his own sword, reborn in hollow-form.
The Central 46 had only recently begun to acknowledge the terrifying possibility that Zanpakutō and arrancar powers might intertwine—and here, that theory exploded into brutal reality.
The Resurrección—once dismissed as an aberration—had become a new frontier in the war of souls.
And now, Mazuru stood at the epicenter of that war.