The figures didn't physically respond to Aloa's words nor would they move at all; they just stood there like lifeless statues. Omnious to say the least, but they had a reason for this. The one who embodied their will - the one who led them - finally took to the ground, emptiness seen through where their face was. A shadow one-hundred percent and something far more ancient than even Ivalice herself. Their origins shrouded in the same shadows its body is comprised of, yet it had personality. There was no denying this as it found itself letting out a low chuckle.

As it walked towards Aloa and Emette, the dirt beneath its feet that had life had it automatically eradicated. The earthy tones were now blacker than a lightless night, and whatever life force was within the ground had been sucked away like a vacuum, and absorbed into this shadowy figure. 

"Our power injures your senses, Viera. We are not messengers; we are the Collective -that which you Humes have dubbed 'The Creature'." The figure spoke with a echoed, deep voice, "our purpose is nothing a simple sequence of words could explain. It is too great and too prosperous for any individual mind to understand. But do know that, when the next fortnight cycle comes, your Wood - your very existence - will know what it means to live in terror." The figure said.