Dende coughed, before looking over at a large distant construction, wallowing in the mist and colours that surrounded it. With a shrug she heaved herself up off the support she seeked before, dusted her shorts off, then started to walk. With a quiet look back to her freinds, she smirked softly. These people had no idea what was going on. They were bewildered. Lost. Overly confused. And although she did not know what was going on herself, there was no way she was going to let the others know that.
"Well, standing around is not going to help us" she looked ahead again. The road ahead would be harsh, but whatever was coming, could not be worse that what she just had to experience. Perhaps using the Entity sphere helped her to comprehend the current situation, because there was no way that in reality she coul transform into a raging red beast. So Spira was real, and there was a real reason why they were there. The pain was real. This was a life or death situation.
Something happened to Dende when she transformed. Feelings of animosity and hate coursed through her veins. She didnt want to mkae sure everyone was okay. She didnt want to help them, or make sure they were capable of following. She didnt care if they were attacked. It was as though she had a personal vendetta towards them. But she still had her sanity.
"Well?" she turned sharply and impatiently, glaring down the others. "Are you coming?"