You find yourself in a circle of hell known as Heresy. The aesthetics of hatred. A dark, oppressive atmosphere reigns around. The huge hall you enter is immersed in a dark red light that seems to flow from the very depths of this place. The smell of blood and hot metal hangs in the air, and the walls are shaking.

There, in the center, the highest archangel Gabriel is already waiting for you. You have already fought him once, and now another battle has come. You dodge, run back, trying to find a moment to counterattack. But suddenly you hear his laughter — arrogant, dismissive.

"Come on, Machine! Fight me like an ANIMAL!" — Gabriel raises his sword, preparing to deliver a crushing blow. His movements are majestic, but there is contempt in them. You see the armor cracking more and more, blood running down it, but this only fuels his rage.