Try as they might, the viera wasn't going to make it in time. Even if Vlyn could muster enough strength left within his body and if the Angel of Truth could do the same for her own situation, the purpose that the Collective had for tying up the Scion of Light would’ve already been completed. Though, it was amusing to see them try and get her free. But as for Aloa, her actions proved to be less than her male counterpart. Her magicks were strong, that much the Collective could give her. Using multiple spells at once to distract the tendrils long enough to propel herself into the air and then, in the same moment, use those same, powerful magicks to exterminate the wall that had been put up was impressive, to say the least. 

“No doubt Zalera’s handiwork,” the figure muttered as it let out something of an approving chuckle. As the violet mist had faded away as with all kinds of mist did, the figure’s head went up slightly to watch as Emette’s time was coming to an end. “Not long now, it seems,” it commented. “Even with your boyfriend there, she won’t make it, you know that, right?”