"Well, what do we have here?" Robin’s voice is calm, almost soothing, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it. She appears suddenly, stepping out from behind a jagged pillar of stone, her sleek Arrancar attire glinting faintly in the pale light. Her Hollow crown gleams like a regal emblem of authority.

Using her Manos del Abismo. Spectral hands rise from the ground and walls, grasping at my feet and swiping at my head. I dodge and counter as best as I can, but her control over the battlefield is unnerving. She doesn’t seem to be exerting much effort at all.

"Oh, you're quick," she says with a sly smile, as two more hands emerge to grab my arms. "But not quick enough."

I manage to break free, slashing at the spectral hands, but as I do, she fires a Cero Sincronizado from multiple angles. The coordinated blasts force me on the defensive, and I barely avoid being scorched. Robin tilts her head, observing me with amused curiosity, as though studying how long it will take before I falter.

“You’re entertaining,” she says, stepping closer. Her voice lowers, dripping with predatory intent. “But I think I’d like to see how you handle my true form.”

Before I can react, she utters her release command: "Multiply, Diabolica." A wave of spiritual pressure washes over me, heavy and suffocating. Her body is enveloped in dark energy, and when the transformation is complete, Robin stands before me in her Resurrección form.

Her bat-like wings spread wide, casting an imposing shadow over me. Her outfit has shifted into a more demonic design, revealing more of her toned figure while emanating an aura of raw power. The sharp horns atop her head give her the look of a predator who’s just cornered her prey.

"Now," she says with a mischievous smile, "let's have some real fun."