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Jean Luther – The youngest daughter of the powerful Luther Clan and the Emissary of Light, chosen by the goddess Celeste. After graduating from the prestigious Luther Academy as a Master-ranked swordsman, she is sent on a compulsory two-year assessment to qualify as an Envoy Knight, the elite warrior order of the Luther Clan composed of Transcendent Masters. Upon her return, she must take part in a brutal Succession War to determine the next Patriarch of the clan. With her divine guardian, the dire wolf Whitney, Jean sets out to become the strongest swordsman in the world.

EMISSARY OF LIGHT: CHRONICLE OF JEAN LUTHER

The halls of Luther Stronghold echoed with preparation.

Now that Jean Luther stood as the undisputed heir, the Clan began its long-delayed unification. What had once been fractured by ambition and rivalry was slowly reforged in the heat of her will. Commanders, envoys, and warriors alike swore renewed oaths—not to Charles, but to Jean.

War was no longer a question of if, but when.

Jean stood before the ancient Dragonbane Map, etched by Martin Luther's own hand after his battle with Antares a thousand years ago. Glowing markers flickered to life—sites of recent dragon cult activity, old broods awakening, mountains that burned for no reason.

Not just in the east—but across every border.

Whitney sat beside her, fur bristling. His nose twitched toward the map's southern edge.

"The Ashvale Marches," she said. "That was a dormant region."

"Not anymore," said a deep voice behind her.

It was Raegar Durin, Warden of the Outer Wall, a seasoned Grand Master and one of the few Luther veterans who had fought dragons and survived. He bowed low, then straightened.

"Our scouts reported a dragon—wingless, but wreathed in molten stone—razing a border town. Survivors say it spoke… and asked for you."

"They're moving faster than expected."

That night, as storm clouds gathered over the stronghold, Jean convened her war council.

Around the obsidian table sat her most trusted:

Marion Vos, Envoy Knight and a master of dual blades

Iriah Elenor, her closest adviser and a seer once blessed by the Goddess Celeste

Lord Vance Raventon, a noble from a once-rival house now loyal to Jean

And of course, Whitney, her ever-watchful guardian

"This isn't a scattered uprising," Jean said, voice calm and clear. "This is the beginning of their march."

"They want to draw you out," Iriah warned. "Antares isn't testing the world—he's testing you."

As the meeting ended and the others filed out, Jean remained seated.

She gazed into the flame-lit map, fingers folded beneath her chin. Her eyes didn't burn with ambition anymore—they burned with resolve.

"We ride to Ashvale at dawn," she whispered.

CHAPTER 54.