Chapter 388 - 387: The Crimson Domain
After Mazuru’s quiet declaration, the dead screen that had been black for so long began to bleed with color.
A slow, seeping crimson spread across it like blood soaking through paper, replacing the darkness. The command center inside Las Noches fell silent as the hue thickened—red swallowing black, pulsing faintly with reiatsu.
Kenpachi Azashiro immediately sensed it. The moment Mazuru’s reiatsu flared on the far end of the square, he knew.
’He’s entered the field.’ Azashiro thought grimly.
Within the choking mist of the Gift Bereich, Askin’s laughter echoed. His halo spun faster behind his head as he looked at Ulquiorra, who was forcing his way forward step by step, his movements sluggish but unbroken.
"Haha! So even with that fancy second-stage Resurrección," Askin jeered, "you can only temporarily boost your reiatsu. You might’ve escaped my first set of lethal parameters, but what about now?"
His grin sharpened. "In here, every second you breathe brings you closer to death!"
He spread his arms theatrically, his molecular halo rotating behind him like a glowing mandala of chemistry. "Can you feel it? The paralysis crawling into your limbs? The suffocation biting at your lungs? Even your High-Speed Regeneration can’t save you from this!"
Askin’s voice rang out, half triumphant, half insane.
Ulquiorra said nothing. The toxin gnawed at his muscles; every movement tore through agony, every breath a dagger. But he endured.
He always endured.
Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his arm. The space in front of him shimmered—Reiatsu condensed, coalescing into a spear of pure emerald lightning.