Raphael's Rage

Tension hung in the air as Raphael stared at the enigmatic woman before him. Her words echoed in his ears, disbelief etched on his face. "Immortal?" he muttered, struggling to comprehend her claim.

A smile graced her lips, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "In time, you'll come to understand the world you inhabit, Raphael. But for now, focus on your work."

Raphael's expression soured, feeling as if she were mocking him. The more he studied her eyes, the more he became certain of her derision.

"Regardless, I came to warn you," she said, abruptly changing the subject. "You must proceed with caution, or you risk alienating many. Have you considered the consequences of your actions? The bloodshed you've incited in the pursuit of your gadgets has left a bitter taste in people's mouths. You may have supporters now, but who knows how long that will last?"

"You must tread carefully, or you'll meet an early demise."