You walked through the ruins of a fallen city, the scent of dust and fire thick in the air. Broken buildings loomed around you, their shattered frames whispering of past battles. In the distance, the sounds of clashing steel and desperate cries echoed through the empty streets. Then, a gust of wind.

Tier Harribel landed before you, her golden eyes calm yet piercing. Her zanpakutō rested at her side, and the faint scent of the sea clung to her presence.

“You don’t belong here,” she said, her voice steady like the tide. “Are you lost… or searching for something?”