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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 82 – The Whispering Flame

The Sanctum of the Argon Sovereignty stood at the edge of the sky.

Built atop Mount Arameth, the temple's spires pierced the clouds like fingers stretching to the heavens. Jean ascended the sacred stairs, her white hair flickering in the mountain winds, Whitney a silent shadow at her side.

Inside the sanctum, light filtered through crystal arches. Choirs sang hymns in ancient tongues. Golden light shimmered on the high altar, where the High Priestess Calis Aranel waited—her eyes veiled, her presence powerful.

"I heard the Sovereignty called," Jean said. "I've come."

Calis's voice rang with divine resonance. "Not we. The gods."

"The gods are stirring, child. Your light flares brightly—and draws both eyes and fangs."

Calis turned, lifting a crystal brazier in one hand. A fire burned within—gold, green, and violet. Its flames danced with voices.

Jean's skin prickled. Celeste's power stirred within her, reacting.

Calis answered, "The Whispering Flame. A conduit through which the Sovereignty hears the voices of gods… and those who once bore their light."

The flames rose—and then she heard it:

Screams. Steel. A wolf's howl. A voice she recognized—an Emissary she once met at the Academy.

A scene unfolded—an Emissary of the Storm God, once proud, now cloaked in shadow. His guardian—a gryphon—lay broken at his feet. And from his hands, light turned black.

Calis whispered, "He has fallen. One of your own."

"The dragons are not your only enemy, Jean. Darkness festers even among the chosen. One of the gods has gone silent. Another... whispers from the void."

"Celeste warned me once," she murmured. "That divine power is still human flesh wrapped around fire."

Calis nodded. "And fire burns. If you are not ready… it will consume."

"Then be warned," Calis said. "Someone is hunting Emissaries. Someone who knows them. Knows you."

A final image blazed within the flame—a man in a crimson hood, walking away from Aelon's broken corpse.

CHAPTER 82. THE WHISPERING FLAME.