252 True Form

Li put a firm but comforting hand on Tia's shoulder, squeezing it ever so gently.

"Ready, Tia?" asked Li as he looked ahead, beyond the disintegrating zombie drake carcass and to the mass of whirling, raging purple winds and energies that formed a natural barrier to the boss arena.

"Always, papa," said Tia with a nod. "Especially with you."

Li smiled and walked forwards, Tia holding his hand as they stepped together into the raging winds of undeath.

Each step they took towards the space between the pillars the zombie drake once guarded intensified the winds exponentially, and by the time they were right in front of the pillars, ready to reach out and touch the layer of condensed purple energy, the winds howled with a bone rattling intensity that surely would have sent the average human flying back.