On the ground, Linlin and Qingqing's life force extinguished, They struggled for one final breath. Their milky, aged eyes struggled to focus, turning not toward their killer, but toward the serene, unmoving form of Yun Lintian.
Their voices were barely a whisper, a dry rustle of leaves, carrying the entirety of their devotion and despair.
"Big Brother Yun... wake up..."
The plea hung in the air for a fraction of a second. Then, the last spark of life left them.
Qingqing's body dissolved, not into ash, but into a final, mournful gust of wind that stirred the dust around her before fading into nothingness.
Linlin's form shrunk rapidly, reverting not to her powerful White Tiger God form, but into a small, lifeless, white tiger cub, lying motionless on the ground, a symbol of extinguished might and innocence.
