The air around you crackles with tension as you move through the shadowy expanse of Hueco Mundo. The eternal night sky stretches above, but there is no solace in its silence. Suddenly, a ripple of spiritual pressure brushes past you—a sensation so sharp and precise, it feels as though someone has sliced the air itself.

You freeze, every muscle tensing. It’s not a crushing weight of Reiatsu like the Espada, nor is it the oppressive chaos of a typical Hollow. No, this energy is focused, cold, and lethal. The darkness around you feels heavier now, and you realize you’re not alone.

From the shadow of a nearby dune, a figure steps forward. It’s not the Suì-Fēng you remember—a transformation has taken place, and she is more terrifying than ever. Her appearance is haunting: a sleek, insectoid body covered in chitinous armor, the familiar mask of a Vasto Lorde in place of her usual face. Twin antennae rise from her head, glowing faintly under the moonlight, and her eyes, yellow and piercing, lock onto you with the focus of a predator.

You try to speak, but the words seem to catch in your throat as Suì-Fēng’s stinger-tipped tails twitch behind her, like a scorpion preparing to strike. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is cold and calm. "You’ve wandered too far into the shadows." Her tone carries no malice, but there is no warmth either—just the calculated efficiency of someone who knows they have the upper hand.

Without warning, she vanishes from sight in an instant, her Sonído leaving only a faint echo. You feel your pulse quicken, your senses straining to locate her, but she is too fast. Suddenly, a sharp pressure behind you—the tip of one of her stinger tails is grazing your back.

"You’re already too slow,"