Wrath's gaze narrows at the power Allison displays, straightening, watching - still on guard. She is not a witch. That was no spell. If Five can teleport, it makes sense his sister may have power of her own, but he certainly did not expect it to be this. The Necromancers obey without question, answering her.

It reminds him of a far more advanced, twisted version of the truth spell Emilia did to the man he had been interrogating. It reminds him of what he too can be capable of in a different way. They have their answers. Still his stomach twists at the obvious show of power that can control words and actions, and he grimaces.

Wrath can feel the weakness settle further through his body, deeper, and there's no time to ask more about the power, to insist it not be used against them. His sharp gaze lingers on Allison, and he moves to stand beside Emilia.

When she looks at him, he meets her gaze and then nods. That is all he needs to know.

The Necromancers answer with ease. They don't need to be rumored for this part. "Two vials of each."