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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 76: Radiance Against the End

The heavens themselves bore witness.

Jean—now Radiant Absolute—moved not through space, but through fate. Every step she took reshaped the flow of battle. Every swing of her blade rewrote the rules of power.

Antares roared, a sound that cracked mountains and scorched the stars overhead. His wings beat once—and the entire sky ignited. Comets of flame cascaded toward the earth. Reality screamed.

But Jean was already there—before the fire fell, before the destruction began. With a single arc of her blade, she split the heavens. The fire curled away, as though shamed to touch her.

Below, the battlefield froze in awe.

Ryan Magus, battered and bruised, watched from the ground, clutching the torn remnants of the False Codex.

> "She's...not just fighting," he whispered. "She's becoming...the Light itself."

Even Erin Magus, returned from her long disappearance, stood still—her Sage aura flickering in disbelief. Karen knelt, whispering a storm-prayer to Raigen's broken form, watching the sky with wide eyes.

Seraphine, her hair blazing and armor in ruins, raised a hand toward Jean.

> "Is this what it means to be chosen by the gods...?"

The Sword of Twilight clashed again with Antares' flame-tipped talons, and this time the impact cracked the air itself. The battlefield was engulfed in a dome of radiant light. Within it, only two figures existed: Jean and the Dragon Lord.

> "You delay the inevitable," Antares growled. His voice no longer boomed—it rumbled like a dying star. "You shine so brightly, little light—but all flames die."

Jean finally spoke—though her voice was not hers alone.

She surged forward. Twilight cut across the dragon's chest—runes detonating with divine force. Antares roared in true pain, recoiling, black ichor spilling from the wound. It hissed against the light, trying to reform—only to be undone by Jean's presence.

For the first time in the war—he stepped back.

But it was not over. Jean's body—burning with radiance—began to flicker. Her soul was not meant to endure this long in such a state. Even Radiant Absolute was a power borrowed, not earned.

The gods themselves had turned their eyes to this war now.

And in their silence… Jean heard it.

> "Finish it. Or the world will never see morning."

With a cry—not of fury, but of sorrow—Jean ascended into the sky, Sword of Twilight raised high.

Even Antares stopped—watching the light gather.

Jean poured everything—every memory, every lesson, every pain, every hope—into a final, world-breaking blow.

A pillar of light erupted across the sky. It pierced the heavens, cut through the storm, and cleaved through Antares with celestial wrath. The Dragon Lord screamed—not in pain, but in disbelief.

His body began to dissolve. Not burned. Not broken.

CHAPTER 76.