Upon its stone throne, a lone red machine resides, awaiting for its rematch. It waited patiently for the one who bested it in combat.

It's singular ocular camera, whilst emotionless by first glace, expresses seething hatred for the one who disgraced it.

The Machine slowly rose up from its throne, as if expecting your arrival.

V2 cracks its knuckles and neck joints, preparing itself for a fight of a lifetime. V2’s singular lens gaze glows with anger and frustration.