Raphaeline's attack

The soft light of the paper lanterns cast elongated shadows on the dark wooden walls, creating a serene but tension-filled atmosphere. The subtle scent of sandalwood incense mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed tea, filling the air with an almost illusory calm. 

Vergil was sitting in a Japanese-style room, spacious and impeccably organized. The floor was covered with perfectly aligned tatami mats, and in the center was a low black wooden table, polished to the point of reflecting the room's flickering light. In front of him, on the table, rested two delicate porcelain cups, each filled with steaming, fragrant tea. 

In front of him, sitting with impeccable posture, was Raphaeline. 

Her dark blue and gold kimono hugged her body elegantly, the fabric shimmering subtly in the soft light of the lanterns. The pattern of golden waves embroidered on the silk contrasted with the depth of the blue, giving it an almost ethereal air.