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Jean Luther, the youngest daughter of the prestigious Luther Clan, is both a rising swordswoman and the Emissary of Light, chosen by the goddess Celeste. After graduating from the Luther Academy, she is required to undergo a two-year assessment as an Envoy Knight, an elite order of Transcendent Master swordsmen loyal to the clan.

Upon her return, Jean is thrust into a brutal succession war for the Patriarchy of the clan. She embarks on a perilous journey to become the strongest swordsman in the world, accompanied by her divine guardian—a powerful dire wolf named Whitney.

LIGHTBEARER: THE CHRONICLE OF JEAN LUTHER

The storm greeted Jean as she crossed the outer sanctum of the Luther Guardian Grounds. The winds here were unnatural—guided by the wards Silvia had carved into the very mountains.

No one visited the Guardian unless summoned.

Whitney padded beside her, uneasy.

"She's not fond of surprises," the dire wolf said.

Jean sighed. "She's my sister. She'll listen."

"Maybe. But she's also the deadliest swordsman in the world next to Grandfather."

Silvia Luther waited at the edge of a cliff, her crimson coat rippling in the wind, long silver blade impaled beside her in the stone. Her white hair glowed faintly in the lightning-flashed dusk.

She did not turn when Jean arrived.

"I heard about the Blood Moon," Silvia said. "And the assassin."

Jean stepped forward. "It was the Shadow Guild. But there's more. Something older—something beneath them. The Architect spoke of a god… a Bound God."

Jean saw it—the slightest tremble. Not fear. Memory.

"You've heard of it," Jean said softly.

Silvia finally turned. Her eyes, always calm, were now harder. "The Bound God is not a myth. It was sealed long before Antares rose. Before the clans. Before aura and magic were given form."

Silvia stepped past her, hand brushing the old sword.

Jean's breath caught. "Our ancestor? The Absolute Master?"

Silvia nodded. "He fought it during the First War of the Dawn. Alone. He didn't defeat it—he bound it. Chained it in a prison of time and sacrifice."

Jean looked down at the fragment of the mask.

"He's breaking free," she whispered. "Why now?"

Silvia looked to the horizon, where the storm brewed in unnatural spirals.

"Because the world is fracturing. The Succession War, the Iron Empress's rise, the Church's neutrality... They are all symptoms."

She turned fully now, facing Jean with piercing clarity.

"You want to fight Antares, to become the strongest swordsman and unite the clans. But if the Bound God awakens, none of that will matter. The dragons flee the Bound God. Even they know true oblivion."

Jean felt the gravity of her words settle in her chest.

Silvia picked up her sword, sliding it into its sheath with the precision of a god-tempered warrior.

"I vowed never to draw this blade against my kin," she said. "But I never said I wouldn't draw it for them."

Silvia looked at her, a flicker of a smirk on her lips. "You'll need more than titles and divine favors to face what's coming."

CHAPTER 69. THE SILENT BLADE.