Chapter 535: Chapter 405: The Grand Finale (Part 2)

Just as Corbin Crowley was about to walk over, the White Tiger suddenly morphed into human form, revealing his true appearance.

It was Caleb Manning.

His face was crisscrossed with old scars, more weathered than before, but the madness and aggression in his eyes had faded, leaving only exhaustion and numbness.

Luna Sutton froze for a moment, unable to believe she’d run into Caleb here, and under such circumstances.

She quietly used her Qi Observation Skill to look above his head, discovering that Caleb’s originally black fortune had shifted to a light gray, showing faint signs of turning pure white.

She was startled again.

His luck is rising?

Black represented terrible luck, with imminent disaster; gray meant entangled misfortune and obstacles in all things.

White belonged to an ordinary person’s fate.

Though Caleb’s luck hadn’t fully transformed to white, it was getting close.

She felt genuinely happy for him.

Her eyes drifted to the old Beastman, lying motionless at the side, and she instantly understood.

Caleb was saving someone.

Caleb had also recognized the new arrivals. His scarred face went pale, showing a rare panic and disarray.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he didn’t want Luna and the others to see him in such a sorry state.

Yet as he retreated, he accidentally stepped into the soft mud of the swamp, losing his balance in an instant, about to fall in.

"Be careful."

Luna reacted fast; a vine whipped from her palm, firmly curling around his waist and dragging him back by sheer force.

Caleb collapsed to the ground, looking up at her, his expression conflicted.

"Thank you."

His voice was hoarse as he murmured his thanks.

He struggled to his feet, intent on rescuing the unconscious old Beastman.

The spot where the old Beastman lay was still very dangerous.

Upon seeing this, Corbin Crowley and the others said nothing; each acted, and in a matter of moments dispatched the five or six giant swamp crocodiles and rescued the unconscious old Beastman.

Luna looked at Caleb, her gaze complicated—surprise, emotion, and acceptance all mixed together.

"Why are you here?"

She walked over and asked softly.

Caleb avoided her eyes, struggling to get up, staggering toward the old Beastman whom Corbin and the others had saved.

He carefully examined the old Beastman’s injuries, his actions meticulous and gentle.

"I just happened to be passing by and saw this old Beastman getting attacked by swamp crocodiles, so I lent a hand."

His explanation was rough and hoarse, as if speaking more to himself.

Lent a hand?

She looked at the scars covering his body. "You’ve changed a lot."

She saw the fortune above his head, and saw him saving lives—a silent kind of atonement.

In truth, Caleb was never a bad man at heart. He just cared too much about loyalty and bonds, but unfortunately crossed paths with Chloe Callahan, leading to later tragedy.

Caleb’s body stiffened; he didn’t look back, only turned his back to them and said softly, "If I’m alive, I have to do something. It’s better than drifting through life."

"You’re badly hurt. Let me treat you."

She stepped forward, wanting to heal him.

But suddenly he stumbled back in panic, shaking his head. "No need, it’s just a minor wound."

With that, he bent down to pick up the unconscious old Beastman. His broad but battered shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world.

"There’s poison miasma everywhere, best not linger. You should go. Thanks... for your help."

Caleb didn’t ask to travel with them, nor did he look again at Luna or the powerful seven Beast Husbands and the string of children behind her.

He just carried the unconscious old Beastman, walking away in the opposite direction from Luna and the others, his figure quickly disappearing into the misty Miasma Forest.

Zeke Veridian swept his sleeve, a gentle wind brushing past, dispersing the last lingering foul air.

"He’s walking his own path."

Corbin Crowley’s gaze was complicated as he looked in the direction Caleb had disappeared, silver eyes deep and unreadable.

Luna Sutton murmured an acknowledgment and said nothing more.

The hatreds and grudges of the past, under the passing of time and each person’s choices, had faded like the swamp miasma melted away by the wind.

Caleb Manning had found his own road to redemption; though in the end... it was a pity.

If he hadn’t met Chloe Callahan, he might have lived a very good life.

But fate is a fickle thing—no one can say for sure; everything comes down to his choices.

"Come on, let’s look around somewhere else."

She withdrew her gaze, taking Caden Sterling and Lucas Sterling by the hand, a happy smile returning to her face. The family soon left, continuing their journey.

Time slipped by, swift as a white colt between a gap.

The Wolf Tribe had more than enough food now; the advanced farming and weaving techniques led by Luna Sutton brought greater civilization and prosperity.