Chapter 534: Chapter 405: The Grand Finale (Part 2)

The moment the system vanished.

Luna felt dazed for an instant, as if some invisible bond had been gently severed, leaving her feeling light and free inside and out.

Corbin Crowley, ever perceptive, noticed her distraction; his silver eyes narrowed slightly. "What’s wrong?"

She snapped back, smiled, and shook her head, accepting the bowl of chicken soup and taking a sip. "It’s nothing. I just feel... really good."

The warm, fragrant chicken soup slid down her throat, filling her whole being with cozy warmth.

Zeke and Kian Sterling, afraid of disturbing her rest, each took the newborn wolf pups and white fox kits back to their own rooms.

They each gave names to the five little ones.

The liveliest white wolf pup was named Cade Skyler, the green-furred wolf was called Linus Veridian, and the red little she-wolf was named Faye.

Kian Sterling’s two white fox kits were named as well.

One was called Caden Sterling, the other Lucas Sterling.

The five newborn babies still drank beast milk, so Luna Sutton didn’t have to feed them herself.

At first, she felt a bit guilty, like she’d let her babies down, but as she saw them grow up strong and healthy on beast milk, she gradually let go of her worries.

...

The bonfire of the harvest gradually died down, the bustling noise giving way to calm silence.

The Golden Silkworm King sat alone atop the highest wall of The Wolf Tribe, gazing out at the distant courtyard bathed in warm lights, filled with joy and laughter.

He could clearly hear the childish voices of the young ones playing inside.

The meticulous care those seven beast husbands showered upon her—he saw it all, and could feel that she truly lived a peaceful, happy life.

He admired her intelligence and beauty, was deeply drawn to her unique charm, and longed to become her eighth beast husband. But in the end, that could only ever be a distant dream.

Perhaps it was time for him to leave, time to go in search of a place that truly belonged to him.

The Golden Silkworm King stretched out his hand; in his palm lay a luminous golden cocoon, shimmering with pure life energy.

It was a precious treasure condensed from his very essence, capable of protecting someone’s heart at a critical moment, preserving their life.

He stood and walked toward the wall, taking advantage of the pitch-black night to silently slip to the outer edge of the courtyard.

With a gentle motion, the golden cocoon turned into an almost imperceptible streak of light, silently flying into the courtyard, passing through the window to land upon Luna Sutton in the master bedroom, finally merging into her body.

"May you bask in warm sunshine all your life, live happily, and never know sorrow again."

He whispered soundlessly, filled with relief, yet carrying a deep blessing.

Finally, casting one last nostalgic look at the warm lights, the silhouette of the Golden Silkworm King reluctantly melded into the night and disappeared into the woods of Sky-mist Canyon, never looking back.

The next morning, Jago rushed in to find Luna Sutton, handing her a beast skin scroll with only a few lines written on it:

"Luna, seeing you safe, my heart is at ease. The world is vast—take care of yourself."

Signed, The Golden Silkworm King.

Rhys Blackwood was right beside her; he glanced at the contents and said lightly, "He bid farewell to the leader three days ago, saying he was off to seek his sea of stars."

Luna Sutton sighed softly, put the beast skin scroll away, and didn’t say a word.

That man, who loved to wear gold robes and was always proud, playful, and a bit timid, had finally chosen to let her go.

...

Three years slipped by, and the tribe grew ever more prosperous.

Luna Sutton found herself thoroughly entangled by her seven beast husbands and their string of mischievous kids, unable to get away.

One day, at last, she found an excuse to take everyone out exploring, claiming it was to broaden the children’s horizons.

That day, they came to the edge of Aurevale, a swamp blanketed with poisonous mists.

They had wandered there almost by accident, not quite sure how they’d arrived.

The air was thick with decay and a sense of danger.

"Matron, there’s something happening over there."

Kael, who had already grown into a handsome young boy, had inherited his father’s sharp senses; he wrinkled his nose and pointed to the depths of the swamp.

The men instantly became alert, moving to shield Luna Sutton and the little ones behind them.

Zeke’s fingertips glimmered with green light, dispersing the drifting poison mist around them.

"Come on, let’s take a look."

Deep within the swamp, five or six giant swamp crocodiles, their eyes blood-red and minds driven mad by the poisonous fog, were fiercely attacking a bloodied White Tiger beastman.

The White Tiger beastman was wounded to the bone, but still clung tightly to an unconscious Old Beastman behind him.

Corbin Crowley and the others were puzzled about why a White Tiger was here, and who he was; they moved forward to investigate.

Just then, the White Tiger beastman was suddenly slammed by a giant crocodile, sent flying to the riverbank not far from Luna Sutton and her group.

Mud splattered on their boots, but no one paid it any mind.

"I’ll go see who it is."