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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

Mountains crumbled into dust beneath the sweep of Antares' wings. Forests centuries old were reduced to ash in seconds. Rivers turned to steam. Cities disappeared beneath tides of flame. The sky had become a battlefield of gods and monsters, but even gods trembled now.

Jean stood at the heart of the storm, light flaring around her like a dying star. Whitney snarled beside her, his silver mane scorched but his eyes unbroken.

> "The dragons…" Jean whispered. "They're not just fighting—they're mourning."

Antares, reborn, was more than a tyrant. He was a god in his own right now, a cataclysm given will. His roar shattered the clouds. His flames warped the barrier between worlds. Reality wept where his claws touched it.

Karen, bleeding but alive, flew with Raigen through the maelstrom, striking bolts of divine lightning down the neck of a lesser dragon, slaying it in a single flash.

Seraphine, the Emissary of Flame, screamed with fury and grief as she watched her people's final bastions collapse. She let her fire consume her, becoming a being of pure inferno, charging Antares head-on.

He struck her down with a single claw, and the earth cracked beneath her fall.

Ilyana Veyr, unblinking, conjured a dome of absolute frost around the wounded, halting a torrent of flame from incinerating them. Her guardian serpent hissed in defiance, circling Jean's flank to buy time.

> "We can't win like this!" shouted Adam Luther, shielding Silvia as debris fell from the sky.

"Then we don't win like this," Silvia said, rising. "We end it."

At the rear, Vaelros the Hollow moved alone, a ripple in the veil. Shadows licked his skin as he held the broken black egg close to his chest.

> "Not yet," he whispered to the artifact. "Not yet…"

Antares rose to his full height, wings unfurling like eclipses. His body burned brighter now, not with fire, but with something older—deeper—divine.

> "I have consumed gods," he thundered. "Do you think mortals matter?"

Across the ravaged field, the remaining emissaries emerged from the rubble—many still unnamed, unseen till now. A woman in robes of falling leaves, with eyes like autumn. A masked boy with a curved blade and a floating crystal heart. A twin pair, their bodies mirrored in shadow and light.

Jean looked at them all. Her allies. Her family. Her enemies. The last hope of a world undone.

> "Then we'll show him," she said, voice quiet and cold. "What mortals truly are."

And with a scream of fury, Jean charged once more into the inferno.

CHAPTER 71.