"We will not perish!" announced the eight cloaked figures. They each held out their arms, pulling back the sleeves to reveal their skin, no matter what color, all with glowing, purple tattoos. "Fatet, we bind ourselves to you... You are now our host. We will merge!"
That said, the eight embodiments and Fatet merged together, their essences becoming one. The form of Fatet was now wearing a white cloak. He glanced at those before him, nodding his head at their presence. And then, he looked down, as it having some sort of vision. He was still, after all, part Fatet. He spoke up, "This war can't be fought here even with your binding. We must fight... Out there."
Fatet was pointing straight towards the doorway to the whiteness outside the dimensional plane.