In the blink of an eye, Wrath is no longer beside her.

The paladins move closer to her now that the cord has been cut. She tries to close ranks around them, her actions guided by body memory as much as anything else. The dark silhouette of the Motherless looms ahead, but not for long. It flickers back into nothingness right as ice attempts to wrap around its would-be limbs.

And he stumbles.

Wrath, forever pushing forward uncontained, stumbles.

She sucks a sharp breath between her teeth, nostrils flaring at the sight. For the first time since descending those stairs below the Room of Seals, Emilia is gripped by true fear. And something darker still.