Raphael had known all along that summoning the Mother Tree of Desire into the Dark Hut would throw the Oldest One into disarray.
It was not as though he had never considered how difficult the aftermath would be to manage.
But he had always felt that the Oldest One would be the one left to clean up the mess. Raphael had never believed he could win this battle. Everything he had done was aimed at preserving at least part of his consciousness.
He had not expected things to go so well that, for a while, he became convinced the Oldest One must still have some trump card.
This was ultimately a good thing, but it left Raphael to deal with the aftermath.
For Raphael, the Mother Tree of Desire's clone was the greatest problem.
If he had not seized some "privileges" and "status" from the Oldest One, he would have been as fragile as an ant before the Mother Tree of Desire.
Although Raphael had created a simple seal, he still could not mount a proper counterattack. Moreover, the seal was so "crude" that the Mother Tree of Desire's clone could easily break through it.
However, after carefully examining the situation, Raphael discovered that, powerful as the Mother Tree of Desire's clone was, it possessed little intelligence.
Or rather, the clone's current reactions were largely instinctive.
At that moment, the Mother Tree of Desire's clone was confronting the half of the Supernova Dominator head-on while competing with Raphael
for control of the Dark Hut. At the same time, it was trying to provoke God Almighty's residual psyche into fighting Raphael and the half of the Supernova Dominator.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with this. It was the correct response. Yet this "correct response" was precisely the greatest problem, because