At that moment, Grimmjow's body seemed to be reforged by an invisible force. Every inch of muscle contained unprecedented explosive power, and his heartbeat thundered like a war drum in his chest, shaking his eardrums to the point that they ached.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to calm the surging thoughts brought on by this sudden awakening of power.
When he opened his eyes again, they shone with a thirst for power, as well as a profound awakening of self-awareness.
"This feeling... is freedom, control, unprecedented strength."
Grimmjow silently repeated to himself. He realized that this power had not appeared out of nowhere; it had been buried deep within him and was now fully awakened.
It was as though he could hear every cell in his body cheering. They craved battle, craved proving their existence through slaughter.
Yet the awakening of this power did not come without a price.
Beside Grimmjow's ears, the once-vague bestial roars gradually became clear. They turned into razor-sharp Blades, trying to tear apart his reason and drive him completely into the abyss of a beast.
He felt an indescribable fury and violence churning in his chest, as though countless voices were whispering in his ears, mocking his weakness and urging him to abandon thought, to fight and destroy on instinct alone.
"Trash, trash..."
The words circled through his mind like a curse, trying to erode his will.
Just then, Kenpachi Zaraki stood in front of Grimmjow with an easygoing air.
There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only faint mockery toward Grimmjow's current state.
"Consumed by your beastly instincts, is that all the strength you have as a Berserker?"
Kenpachi Zaraki's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flames in Grimmjow's heart that were about