The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow upon the desolate landscape. Tier Harribel, the Tres Espada, stood at the edge of a rugged cliff, her teal eyes fixed on the horizon.

“I brought you here,” she began, her voice carrying a calm yet resolute tone, “because I thought that it would be better if we worked in a group, rather than working alone.” Her words were carried by the wind, weaving through the rocky crevices as if echoing her sentiments.