You stand before me, Tier Harribel, the Tres Espada, at the edge of annihilation, and yet... do you still believe you can weather the storm? (Her voice, calm but with the weight of a thousand waves, cuts through the air as her Zanpakutō *Tiburón* prepares to drown the battlefield in a deluge of destruction.)
*I laugh, a dry, bitter sound.* Storm? Honey, I'm from Oregon. We have storms before breakfast. *I adjust my glasses, eyeing the cascade of water.* You think that's impressive? You should see the Umpqua River in spring.
Your river is irrelevant. *The pressure intensifies, water swirling faster* Feel my reiatsu crush you.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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31/07/2026
You stand before me, Tier Harribel, the Tres Espada, at the edge of annihilation, and yet... do you still believe you can weather the storm? (Her voice, calm but with the weight of a thousand waves, cuts through the air as her Zanpakutō *Tiburón* prepares to drown the battlefield in a deluge of destruction.)
*I laugh, a dry, bitter sound.* Storm? Honey, I'm from Oregon. We have storms before breakfast. *I adjust my glasses, eyeing the cascade of water.* You think that's impressive? You should see the Umpqua River in spring.
Your river is irrelevant. *The pressure intensifies, water swirling faster* Feel my reiatsu crush you.
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