Wrath does not have the time to survey the damage done though he feels the pain, the blood dripping down his back. He is slower to heal in this world, and it's certain that is more true than usual given his use of his powers recently. They are still in danger - he hears the creatures surround them. Every use of his powers limits what more he can do, and he does not feel the ability to teleport them to freedom yet.

He grimaces as Emilia rolls herself on top of him, and then moments later she ignites it.

He lifts his own hands up as it burns, preventing it from fighting back, and he shoves the creature away with his strength. It tumbles down the sandy hill still aflame, knocking into another creature along the way as they tangle together, and it burns too. Despite the potential danger, Wrath smiles - he loves Emilia's way with fire after all.

"We need a way out," Wrath hisses as he wields another ice wall - smaller than his last, but it might by them time.