It no longer escapes her notice she was made to fear fire from a young age, was made to avoid it at all costs. How it dwelled in her so long without her knowing is beyond Emilia, but the fire magic no longer slumbers. Just its mention of it has the tips of her fingers hum with awareness, as if an old friend is saying hello.

"Warmth can mean many things."

She means to ask the paladins that have trailed ahead of them if said warmth can be taken literally, but before she can do so, the cluster of them have frozen in place.

Emilia herself feels it, a cold, cold sensation skittering up her spine.

Run, one of the paladins screams to its brethren, even as their feet remain anchored where he stands. His expression contorts into one of horror, one of fear. Run.