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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

Chapter 70 – The Lightborne Spiral

The Luther Guardian Grounds held many secrets—but none older than the Hall of Echoes, a hollowed cavern beneath the mountain where wind carried voices from the past. It was here that Jean followed Silvia, descending into the depths lit only by flickering soulfire torches.

"Martin Luther trained here," Silvia said, voice echoing in the still air. "Not just to master aura—but to create something beyond it."

Jean felt it the moment she stepped inside.

Every footstep resonated with ancestral energy. Murals carved into the stone told stories not found in any book—of titanic duels between gods and mortals, dragons and blades. At the center of the hall stood a stone platform scorched with aura scars a thousand years old.

Silvia turned. "This is where he forged the Lightborne Spiral—a sword style never written, only passed through memory. One that channels divine essence directly through the blade, blending aura and will into a spiraling force."

She drew her blade and stepped onto the platform.

"You've mastered the Luther Forms," Silvia said. "But this… this is beyond form. It is rhythm. Movement. Flow."

Jean moved with honed instinct—silken precision, bursts of aura, the Luther Clan's legacy at her back. But Silvia moved like the wind—no wasted movement, no hesitation. Her blade spiraled in impossible arcs, spinning through the air as if guided by music only she could hear.

Each strike Jean parried came with a pulse of pressure that broke her footing. By the fifth exchange, her hands bled. By the tenth, she was on her knees.

Jean broke her limits again and again—her aura unraveling and reweaving itself under Silvia's brutal guidance. She learned to move without thought, to see with her inner light, to spiral her energy until her sword became not a weapon—but a song.

Each time she collapsed, Silvia offered only two words:

On the seventh day, Jean stood on the platform alone.

Whitney watched in silence as Jean lifted Luxclade and began to move.

But in a spiral—her aura blooming in radiant arcs, her blade singing with divine resonance. The wind circled her, the flames bent toward her, and the air shimmered.

CHAPTER 70. THE LIGHTBORNE SPIRAL.