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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

Chapter 66: Rise, Emissary of Light

The first clash of god and monster tore the firmament in half.

Jean met Antares in midair, her blade of divine steel colliding with the dragon's talon, the force of it shattering clouds and hurling shockwaves across the battlefield. Flame and light danced in chaos—but neither broke.

Below, the armies of the world surged.

From above the stormwall, a scream split the clouds—piercing, electric, regal.

Raigen, the Stormhawk, dove from the thunder, wings wreathed in lightning. Feathers like sharpened silver sliced through dragonspawn as he carved a path for his rider—Karen, Emissary of Thunder—who stood atop his back, her twin lances crackling with elemental fury.

> "To the skies, Raigen!" Karen shouted, lightning streaking behind her.

The Stormhawk screeched in answer, spiraling upward with impossible grace—then crashed into a wyvern host, scattering them like cinders in a gale. Lightning tore through the sky in jagged veins, each strike guided by Karen's will.

Beside her, Jean turned mid-air, locking eyes with her oldest ally.

> "You always make an entrance," Jean called.

> "You always need saving," Karen replied with a grin.

The two Emissaries spun through the chaos like twin stars of destruction—light and storm—cutting down drakes and wyverns alike as Antares watched from above.

On the ground, the united forces of the world fought back the endless tide of dragons.

Silvia Luther, her sword glowing with a red-hot aura, carved through a monstrous drake the size of a cathedral, each swing pure precision.

Adam Luther fought like a juggernaut, a whirling tempest of blade and force, clearing a path for the wounded.

Raven Luther, her eyes cold, danced through the shadows behind enemy lines, striking down elite dragonspawn commanders with surgical cruelty.

The Envoy Knights and Sages fought side by side—Aura and Magic, centuries of rivalry now forged into unity by necessity.

Above it all, Jean and Karen rose higher—toward Antares.

> "He's baiting us," Karen warned, voice hard.

> "I know," Jean said. "But we need to draw him away from the others."

Below, the tide of battle shifted—more dragons breaking through the flanks, scorching entire divisions with ancient breath.

Jean closed her eyes, focused, and raised her hand.

Across the field, divine guardians howled—tiger, serpent, lion, and flame-stag—and their emissaries answered.

The Emissary of Flame, the Emissary of Stone, the Emissary of Night—each one called by Jean, each one converging upon Antares.

The time for separate battles was over.

The final confrontation had begun.

Together, they rose—Emissaries and Guardians, swords and storms—toward the king of dragons.

And Jean, at their front, spoke a final vow:

> "You will not break this world, Antares."

CHAPTER 66.