Mors Ultima Vincula
The battlefield shook as Harry lifted his scythe. The very air trembled, as if reality itself recognized what was about to happen.
Byakuya watched carefully, Senbonzakura’s countless petals hovering like a storm of razors around him. He could feel it—the shift, the pressure, the weight of something that was beyond mere power.
Harry exhaled. His grip on his scythe tightened, and then—
His voice rang out clear and final:
“Bankai.”
The moment the word left his lips, the world changed.
The chains exploded outward, surging into the sky like pillars of silver light, their forms extending beyond the horizon. The entire battlefield darkened, the very sky twisting as if the laws of nature were being rewritten.
Then—they fell.
Hundreds. Thousands.
Endless chains descended from the heavens, covering the battlefield like an unbreakable cage.
Renji took a step back, his voice barely a whisper. “What… the hell…?”
Ichigo clenched his fists. “That’s… not normal.”
The **chains did not just move. They pulsed. They vibrated. They hummed with an energy that was both ancient and absolute.
And at the center of it all stood Harry.
His Zanpakutō had transformed—no longer a single scythe, but two, one in each hand, connected by a single, infinite chain that looped and coiled like a living serpent.
His voice came low and steady.
“Mors Ultima Vincula.”
(Final Chains of Death.)
Byakuya’s eyes narrowed. He could feel it.
This was not just a Bankai.
This was judgment itself.
Harry moved.
Faster than before.
He spun, and the chains answered—a single flick of his wrist sent a hundred bindings snapping outward. They did not just restrict—they controlled. They manipulated. They turned the very battlefield into Harry’s domain.
Byakuya vanished, Shunpo carrying him high above the battlefield—
But the chains followed him.
Fast. Too fast.
For the first time, Byakuya’s hand tightened around his sword. He had no choice.
His voice rang out.
“Bankai. Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.”
The thousands of glowing petals fell like cascading blades, rising in two perfect rows before surging toward Harry with deadly intent.
But Harry did not retreat.
He raised both scythes, and the chains roared to life.
And the battle truly began.