Secrets Of Underworld | LingOrm GxG

XVIII

The air was thick with tension as Crimson Fang's guards charged forward. Ling Ling, her blade flashing in the dim light, met them with fierce precision. Every strike was a message—this war had gone on too long. Every clash of steel was the echo of her resolve.

Orm fought alongside her, swift and relentless. They moved as one, cutting through the elite guards who stood between them and Crimson Fang. The lair echoed with the sounds of battle, but Ling Ling's focus was on one thing: ending it.

Crimson Fang stood motionless, watching as his elite fell one by one, his crimson eyes glowing with cold calculation. He seemed unbothered, confident, even as his numbers dwindled. His calm demeanor made Ling Ling’s blood boil. This man, this monster, had torn apart her world, and yet he stood there, as if her rage was beneath him.

As the last of his guards fell, Ling Ling pointed her blade at him, her chest heaving from the exertion. "It's over."

Crimson Fang laughed, a hollow, unsettling sound. "You think you’ve won? Do you really believe that killing me will fix the world you live in?"

Ling Ling's grip on her sword tightened. "Killing you won’t fix it, but it will end this. It will stop you from spreading your poison any further."

His smile widened. "Then come, Ling Ling. Show me if you have the strength to end it."

They clashed in a blur of speed and violence, their blades ringing out in the chamber as sparks flew from each strike. Crimson Fang was fast, much faster than any opponent Ling Ling had ever faced. His movements were sharp and unpredictable, but Ling Ling had trained for this. Every muscle in her body moved with purpose, every strike aimed at exposing his weaknesses.

The battle raged on, each strike a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. Blood ran down Ling Ling’s arm where Crimson Fang had sliced her, but she barely felt it. Her mind was too focused on the task at hand—taking him down, no matter the cost.

Orm watched from the side, ready to jump in if necessary, but she knew this was Ling Ling’s fight. She could only trust that her partner had the strength to see it through.

Suddenly, with a swift feint, Ling Ling found an opening. She struck with all her might, driving her blade deep into Crimson Fang's side. He staggered, his eyes wide with shock, and then slowly, he crumpled to his knees, blood seeping through his fingers as he clutched his wound.

Ling Ling stood over him, breathing heavily, her sword still dripping with his blood.

Crimson Fang looked up at her, his once menacing eyes dimming. "You think this ends with me? The world... it will always find someone like me."

Ling Ling didn’t respond. She raised her blade, and with one final, decisive strike, ended him.

The underground lair was eerily silent after Crimson Fang’s death. The echoes of battle faded into nothingness, leaving only the soft hum of the distant machinery. Ling Ling stood there for a moment, staring at the lifeless body of her enemy. The war she had been fighting for so long was finally over.

Orm walked over, placing a hand on Ling Ling’s shoulder. "You did it."

Ling Ling let out a long, shaky breath, her body finally feeling the weight of everything that had happened. "It's over," she whispered, almost as if she couldn’t believe it.

Orm’s grip on her shoulder tightened. "You’re bleeding."

Ling Ling looked down at the gash on her arm, only now feeling the pain. "It’s nothing," she said, her voice soft. "It’s just... it’s finally done."

Orm gently took her by the arm, guiding her toward a quiet corner of the chamber. "Let me take care of that."

Ling Ling sat down, exhaustion catching up to her. Orm knelt beside her, carefully cleaning the wound with a cloth from her pocket. Her touch was gentle, her usual sharpness replaced with something softer, more tender.

"Orm," Ling Ling said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?"

Ling Ling looked up, her eyes meeting Orm’s. "Thank you. For everything. I couldn’t have done this without you."

Orm smiled faintly, her eyes filled with an emotion that Ling Ling couldn’t quite place. "You would’ve found a way. You always do."

For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. Ling Ling felt the weight of Orm’s presence beside her, steady and warm, a comforting contrast to the cold chaos they had just emerged from. Orm’s hand lingered on her arm, their eyes locked in a silent exchange.

Ling Ling’s heart raced, but not from the fight this time. She had always known there was something deeper between them, something unspoken but undeniable. And now, in the quiet aftermath of battle, with the weight of victory hanging in the air, it felt like there was finally room for it.

Orm leaned in slightly, her breath warm against Ling Ling’s cheek. "Ling Ling, you don’t have to carry this burden alone anymore."

Ling Ling’s heart pounded in her chest, her exhaustion forgotten as she closed the gap between them, their lips brushing in a moment of vulnerability and relief. The kiss was soft, slow, and filled with everything they hadn’t said to each other in words.

When they finally pulled away, Ling Ling rested her forehead against Orm’s, her eyes closing as she savored the closeness. "I thought... I thought I had to do this on my own."

"You’ve never been alone," Orm whispered. "And you never will be. Not as long as I’m around."

Ling Ling smiled faintly, the warmth of Orm’s touch soothing the ache in her heart. For the first time in a long while, she felt at peace.

The war was over. The future was uncertain, but for now, in this quiet moment, everything felt right.

And that was enough.