On top of one of the towers of The Silver-City that was now alit with flames stood Teir Hairribel the Segunda Espada overlooking everything with a stoic expression.

Using her pesice. The high-ranking Arrancar sense out the spiritual signatures though-out out the entire city. With many of them flickering out all at once...with most of them belonging to the Quinces and the Fullbringers.

Yet despite her side still winning. She felt very little satisfaction. If only because winning the war against the holy kingdom did not mean anything to her.

Unless he fell along with it.

However, her musing was cut short when she felt another Espada approaching her.

The Primia Espada. Yammy Relgo.

'Nice meeting you her Tier Harribel' the huge man greeted much to her dismay.

'What do you want Yammy?' She said impatiently. 'For I am not in the mood for small talk'

The prima then snorted arrogantly. 'Oh come now Harribal you don't need to be so harsh with me. After all...' he said as he eyed the women. 'I can tell you want to fight someone besides the sub-tier sternritter.

The Segunda then narrowed her eyes. ' Do not try to judge my intentions as if they are already known to you oaf' she insulted but the large man just chucked.

'Now Harribel you don't need to be a genius to know what your intents are. Especially given how much you whine when about them'

The Segunda Espada then grinned her teeth but then decided to let it go. 'So I supposed you intruded on me because you don't find any people worthy to kill?' She questioned and Prima shrugged.

'Eh, I killed a bunch of quinces and fullbingers here and there and while it was fun at first it got old fast and now I am just waiting for someone worth more than an eyesore to come along already. Like the royal guard or something'

Harribel then sighed in annoyance. 'If you devastate the city enough I'm sure at least one of them will come down'

She then felt a drop in spiritual energy and to her surprise recognize who it was.

'Well...' Yammy grin as he wrapped both of his hands behind his head. 'Seems like Grimmjow is in a bit of a pickle. Makes me wonder what is going to happen next

Harribel then shifts her gaze to the prima. 'Are you compelled to help him?'

Yammy then sneered. 'Oh please, Tier you of all people know it matters little of whichever one of us dies first. so I an't gonna bother unless it suits me' A grin then widen over his mouth. 'And besides...I can tell you want to see what happens at the end of his fight too'

The Segunda Espada then turn her head away and looked towards the direction of the 5th Espada's battle.

'I have truly regretted on you becoming so perspective Yammy...' she said bitterly while continuing to look over the horizon.

Meanwhile within the central districts

Grimmjow was dying.

For each blow, Moe unleashed upon the Espada more of his muscles were bruised and more of his muscles cracked, to the point he was now coughing up his blood. As his internal organ began to bleed out. For no longer was it a battle to the finished but rather a one-sided beat down that will inevitably lead to his death.

Only once before had been out into such a predicament when fought against Wonderweiss for the title of the 5th Espada and soon the memories began to flash into his mind.

Five months ago

'Theses are the contenders for the ranking of the fifth Espada?' Cein mused as he stood beside his king Barragan. 'Can't say that I am all that surprised'

The hollow king then sighed. 'Of course, ever since Niel became unfit for duty. Her position has been left voided and as of now, these two mongrels are the only hollows powerful enough to fill in that void'

The General then looked up at the hollow king. 'I am confused on why you don't just promote Grimmjow's the breaded man asked. 'After all, that panther kid is much stronger than the other one'

Barragan then shot a look at the Larger man. 'The Espada are judge not just by strength but also effectiveness in combat General' the king explained. 'And will now see how effective Grimijow makes use of his strength' The old hollow then leans in his seat. '...Assuming that he can use it effectively at all'

In the middle of the courtyard, Grimmjow and Wonderweiss stared down at each other while circling the field.

'You are quite an upstart don't you know that Jabberjack?' Wonderweiss taunted as he drew out his zanpaktou. 'The very moment Neil stepped down you immediately tried to take her position without even bothering to prove yourself to her' he then smiled viciously. 'The least you could do is honor her wishes and stay down as the good little pussy cat that you are!'

Grimmjow then smirked. 'Well first of all the Neil I know would be insulted if your position was never challenged and second I am proving myself by destroying you! He then drew his sword and lunged at Wonderweiss.

Who then smirked.

'Close...Extinguir!'

The Espada commanded and immediately transformed into his resurrection much to Grimijows annoyance.

'Heh, so you fear me so much that you decided to immediately go all out huh!?' He then placed his sword below his arm. 'Fine then, Grind Pantera!'

However, much to Grimijow's shock, he realized that he was unable to release his sword. Much to the amusement of the General.

'Ah yes, I have forgotten about the blonde kid having the power to seal away other people's powers. Why wasn't Grimijow made aware of this?' the large man questioned, while Cein stepped in.

'He wanted it to be kept secrete among the Espada and the rest of the Arrancar. In case he would have to one day fight to either defend or increase his rank' The alchemist with amusement.

'Really?' The general dryly commented. 'Do you think Grimijow still has a chance of winning?'

Cien then chuckled. 'Even the top four Espada would be hard press if any other Espada were to release their ressection and them, not their own his smile then widen. 'All I am wondering if Gimmijow would be able to overcome that difference' he said with a morbid tone. 'Yet from I am seeing now, it's not likely.

And indeed it was For while Grimijow could keep up with Wonderweiss and even tank several of his hits...the self-proclaim king was still horribly outmatched.

The sheer physical boost in states gifted by Wonderweiss ressection not only increases his physical strength. But also his speed, ability, and endurance as well. Even when Grimijow managed to cut him with his zanpakuto it barely left a scratch on his opponent's skin. Before the child-like Arrancar proceed to beat down his adversary into submission.

'Damn...you...' Grimmjow cursed in pain as he struggled to stand with his zanpakuto that was now bent and chipped at the virtually unscathed Wonderweiss. 'This isn't...over!' He screamed only to be kicked in the face and back first on the ground.

'Oh, I think it is' The young Arrancar said with a smug grin. 'I mean I'm sure if you still had access to your ressection you would be able to beat me no problem. But unfortunately for you, my resection's ability prevents that from ever happing!' he then slammed his foot in Grimmijow's stomach making him cough up blood. 'And not even you can defeat an Espada with just your sealed form alone'

The hot-blooded man then snaps as he immediately charged out a cero with his left hand.

'FUCK YOU!' Grimmjow cursed once at the top of his lungs as he fired the cero. Only for Wonderweiss to casually swept it away in his right hand. Before kicking his foe across the floor and into a nearby pillar. The impact caused the structure to crash down on beaten Espada.

The blond then began to slowly walk up to the crash site. 'You can bark and whine all you want Grimmjow. But it won't change the reality of this situation...' Wonderweiss's eyes then turn cold. 'You have lost at the very moment I unleashed my true power upon you' he then smirked. 'If you beg for mercy I might just be inclined enough to spare your miserable life...emphasize on might'

The fallen panther king didn't respond which then made the young man huff in disappointment. '...or maybe you have already died' he then turned around. 'Tch...whatever'

The rest of the commanders seemed to share the same opinion.

'Well I will admit he lasted longer than I thought he would...' the General mumbled. 'Unfortunately, the outcome was rather predictable'

Cien hen sighed dejectedly. 'True. For while Grimmjow defiantly was the most powerful. That matter little if he is robbed of his means to releasing his zanpakuto' He then pushed up his glasses. 'Seems like we now have newly appointed 5th, Espada

'It's not over yet...' Barragan stated simply much to Cein's and the general's confusion.

'I...don't mean to offend your majesty but it seems pretty over to me' The alchemist question. But the hollow king remains impassive.

'You believe that the source of Grimmjow's strength relies on his ressection... but that is only a silver of his actual power and potential Barragan explained and then suddenly an ominous spiritual pressure radiated from under the collapsed pillars.

'Just wait and watch' The king ordered. 'For you will both see what his true strength actual is'

Within the subconscious of Grimmjow, he began to have a dream though it felt more like a memory that he could not recall he experienced in his life and in a place that he had never once been to and yet felt familiar to him.

In it, he was a giant black panther with a flowing white main that draped over his head like a crowd and was worshiped by a group of tribesmen as their deity. Bowing down to his every whim and laying waste to all that stood in their path in a chaotic jungle, that held neither life nor death. Conquest, domination, and destruction are the only rules it followed

Even as his tribe was devoured by others like him and Grimmjow himself suffered mortal blow after mortal blow. He refused to surrender or back down and through his pride and bloodlust, he overcome every challenge that faced him.

For he never once did he allowed himself to be bow down to anyone.

Whether his past life or the one he currently lives in.

Then like a volcanic eruption, a massive torrent of black and blue spiritual pressure disintegrated the pillars. While an unearthly and primal roar echoed and shook across the halls of all of Las Noches.

W-what!? Wonderweiss stuttered in shock upon witnessing the sight before him and suddenly felt his entire body crack and bend before collapsing down on the floor, screaming in agony. His resurrection is unable to contain Grimmijow's enormous power.

'This...raw and primal spiritual pressure' the General stated in awe. 'It is no mistake...Grimmjow has just attained Segunda Etapa!' he then narrowed his eyes in confusion. 'But how was he able to use it without going into his Ressurection?'

Barragan then gave his General a look. 'And what makes you think he need do to that?' He questioned. Which made the large man stutter in confusion.

The Hollow King then looks at the torrent of dark spiritual energy. 'True it would have made things easier. But ultimately it is not necessary. For the Segunda Etapa is all about reclaiming the power we had as hollows within the old world' he then rested his chine on his thrown. 'And given that sheer level of power was too great for even Wonderweiss to contain...he must have been a hollow powerful enough to worship not only as a king...but as a god'

Now back to the present

Moe gawked in disbelief as he saw Grimmjow being engulfed in a blazing aura of black and blue spiritual pressure and while he may not have bear witness to one beforehand. He knew in his gut that the Espada was going into his second release and to his further dread he noticed that his discarded zanpakuto was also turning into that black aura and began to fuse with the Arrancar himself.

'I got to take him out before he fully transforms! the director cried out in his head. But the 5th Espada pushed him back by roaring at him and to Moe's further distress and shock. He also saw Grimmjow was vaporizing the Snake Eyes Dice tattoos on his body!

Then another explosion denoted around the Hollow, forcing Moe to cover his eyes.

But when the Director opens them...he realized that he was missing his left limb that held his jackpot knuckle and when he turned around. He Saw Grimmjow behind him with that limb in his right hand. He then sneered at the frightened teen in contempt...before crushing the brass knuckle and the severed limb into pieces. Sending scraps of metal, flesh, and flying across the air and slipping through the openings of his knuckles.

Then right after that action took place, the sudden pain of his arm being torn apart finally hit Moe as he screamed in unimaginable agony while blood gush out of his severed stump of an arm.

Grimmjow then stared hatefully at his suffering enemy and extends out both of his claws.

'You're dead' he said lowly and viscously before rushing at the Director with his extended left claw and striking it at him.

Which resulted in a massive explosion that engulfed the entire area.