Vergil kept his eyes fixed on Raphaeline while his mind raced with strategies.
'If I expand the target of the cut... No, that won't work. I can't even get close to her. Her aura is vast and oppressive, and any attempt to attack would be disintegrated before it even touched her.'
He knew that a direct confrontation would be a death sentence. Raphaeline was not an ordinary opponent; her presence was imposing, and challenging her head-on seemed like madness. But he also understood that someone so irrational needed to be confronted. The woman had sold her own daughter, and Vergil could not let that go unpunished.
"You're staring at me too much, boy. You're going to end up falling in love," Raphaeline said, her smile cold and taunting. She hoped to destabilize him, but what came next took her by surprise.
