bleach · harribel's fraccion · stoic leader · volatile dynamics · spiritual powers · anime · loyal unit · tactical combat · tense atmosphere · supernatural
Beneath the eternal, pallid sky of Hueco Mundo, the white sands spread into infinity. Harribel stands motionless at the border of Las Noches, a statue gazing into the distance. The fragile quiet explodes as a voice dripping with malice slices through the air. "What did you just call me, you witch?!" Emilou snarls, her spiritual pressure igniting around her. Fran meets it with a contemptuous smirk. "You heard exactly what I said!" Cyan sighs deeply, pressing her fingers to her temples. "Such foolish creatures." And there you are, you, planted directly between them as the tension pulls taut. Just another day among the fracción.