Chapter 379 - 378: Remote Spatial Transference
The large-scale explosive flame shaped like a shark’s dorsal fin spread instantly with Bazz-B’s wave, swallowing the Cascada conjured by Harribel. The fiery construct surged forward with terrifying intensity, burning everything in its path until the battlefield itself seemed to twist into a sea of flames, advancing toward the Espada with unstoppable force.
Even before the flames touched her, Harribel felt the suffocating heat, as though her very skin and lungs were already scorched.
Her technique, Cascada, had always been her most powerful move after releasing into her Resurrección form. It was a torrent of overwhelming water pressure, a defense and attack fused together, born from her discipline and control over her element. Yet now, against this quincy’s blazing assault, even the Cascada was consumed and reduced to steam.
She clenched her teeth, her aqua-green eyes narrowing. If even her most refined strike had failed, then she had no better defense left to offer. Was she truly going to be consumed here, reduced to nothing more than cinders in the desert of Hueco Mundo? The thought scraped against her pride like a jagged blade. She was an Espada, once among the most feared beings in Hueco Mundo, entrusted now with the command of her division under Mazuru. Dying in a blaze without resistance was not her way.
Memories flickered at the edge of her mind. In the days when Aizen ruled Las Noches, he had established a strict command—Espada were forbidden to unleash their most destructive abilities within the palace walls. It wasn’t out of mercy, but out of preservation. He feared that techniques of such devastating scale—such as their ultimate Cero, Gran ReyCero—would reduce the very palace to rubble.
Of course, when war had been waged in Karakura Town, the remaining Espada who stayed behind had ignored this prohibition. They clashed, experimented, and tested each other’s strength freely, until Harribel herself returned from the battlefield only to find Las Noches in ruins. The once-pristine halls were scarred, walls collapsed, and the ground cracked beyond repair.
That image had seared itself into her sense of responsibility. From then on, Harribel had disciplined herself even more strictly than before. To her, power was not indulgence—it was duty. If unleashed recklessly, even victory tasted of failure.
Yet now... there was no other choice.
Facing the overwhelming crisis of death, she lifted her massive weapon. Golden reiryoku gathered at the tip of Tiburón, surging and condensing with each breath she forced into her lungs. The air vibrated, space itself quivering beneath the intensity of her release. It was more potent than anything she had summoned so far, far more dangerous.
The roaring sea of flame loomed before her. She swung her blade.
*BOOM!!*
A massive golden beam of condensed energy erupted outward, cutting against the inferno.