The garganta tore open with the sound of breaking glass. Dean's boots hit Soul Society's execution grounds just as Yamamoto's flames evaporated the last traces of Hueco Mundo's acrid air.
**STATUS SCREEN ALERT:**
**BANKAI THEFT DETECTED: [CAPTAINS MOBILIZING]**
**TARGET ACQUIRED: [GENRYUSAI YAMAMOTO]**
Steam rose from the old man's shoulders as his spiritual pressure ignited the atmosphere. "You dare wield stolen power?"
Dean's grin was a fracture line. "You dare waste mine?"
The **STATUS SCREEN** blared:
**YAMAMOTO BANKAI: [ZANKA NO TACHI]**
**TEMPERATURE THRESHOLD: 15,000,000°C**
**SURVIVAL CHANCE: 0.4%**
Loki's green magic wrapped around Dean's wrist an instant before the flames hit. The teleportation rune burned through his flesh—a screaming trade: escape for third-degree burns.
They rematerialized inside Sōkyoku Hill's shadow. The **STATUS SCREEN** flickered:
**HP: 67% → 12%**
**CRITICAL WARNING: [REIRYOKU COLLAPSE]**
Loki pressed a dagger to Dean's throat. "The fragment."
Aizen's laughter echoed through the rubble.