The sudden appearance of Emilia's vines has caused many of the witches to scramble and startle. They are still desperate after all, believing this is the only way to save their village. Their chanting has stopped, and they communicate their fear, try to coordinate against an attack to their ingredients they could not have anticipated. Wrath can feel their fear as it radiates from them (their voices high pitched, their pulses pounding, breathing fast), and it feeds his power even at this distance.

He welcomes the sharpness of their emotion, drinking it in, allowing it to become fuel for what is about to occur.

The gold of his eyes brightens in the darkness like a predator surveying prey though he has no intention to attack. He could if he wished, and even in the midst of all of this, Wrath enjoys seeing his wife's power - her strength. So much of it has been taken from her for too long, and she wields it with such targeted ease now.

As the witches attempt to attack the vines that have come and gather their shards back to them, Wrath sends the shadows from him toward the ritual to aid in his wife's efforts. These shadows roll away from him in large waves that soon cover the area where the ritual was taking place, preventing them from seeing the vines as the thorny vines start to wrap around what shards they can find