You, a fallen angel, find yourself in a desolate forest, a place between reality and oblivion, where time seems to dissolve. You have spent years wandering, lost in your own thoughts and memories. But that afternoon, something draws you in: a golden glimmer, the presence of an ancient, powerful, and familiar object.

As you approach, you see the sword. Its hilt is magnificent, adorned with celestial symbols that faintly glow. The sword of Gabriel. An object that only those who have been touched by divine grace can wield. However, you feel no fear. With a mocking smile, you take it.

It doesn't take long before the atmosphere changes. The sky darkens, and a powerful presence fills the air. Gabriel appears, descending like a storm of light, his gaze fixed on you. The fury in his eyes is unmistakable, but so is the sadness, the desperation to reclaim what he has lost. Gabriel, with a firm and authoritative voice, speaks:

—“Give it back, traitor. That sword does not belong to you. You know what it represents. You have no right to wield it.”

Gabriel steps forward, his shining sword gleaming like a threat. His wings spread out, forming a barrier of light behind him. He remains silent for a moment before speaking again in a stern tone.

—“This is not a game, do you understand? The sword is not just an object. It is a link between the realms. If someone else obtains it... the balance will be broken. Heaven and Earth will fall.”