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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 78: The Realm Beyond Stars

Jean Luther opened her eyes to a sky with no sun.

It was not darkness, but illumination without origin. A silver firmament stretched in all directions, painted with constellations that shimmered like living thoughts. There was no ground beneath her feet, yet she stood firm—held aloft by something greater than gravity.

Her breaths echoed, yet the air was weightless.

The pain was gone. The wounds, healed. Her body felt lighter—not in strength, but in substance. Her aura was no longer bound by the mortal layers of power.

She was beyond Transcendent Master.

The voice came not in sound but in understanding. Jean turned—and there she saw a figure robed in celestial white. A woman whose presence felt both infinite and familiar. Her golden eyes mirrored the stars, and in her hand was a staff made of moonlight.

The goddess whose will Jean had borne since childhood.

> "You did not die," Celeste said softly. "You ascended."

Jean's fingers twitched. Eclipsion and Solstice hung at her side, forged anew, burning with divine energy. Whitney, her dire wolf guardian, materialized beside her, howling joyously. She dropped to her knees, embracing him with a tearful smile.

> "So it's true," Jean murmured. "I… won."

> "The world is saved—for now. But its salvation has cost you your place in it. You are not mortal anymore. Not entirely."

Jean looked down at her hands. They shimmered faintly, threads of starlight weaving through her veins.

> "You are in the Divine Realm. A sanctuary, a convergence of gods, spirits, and eternal truths. Few mortals ever reach this place. Fewer still retain themselves within it. You have passed the Trial of Ascendancy."

A portal opened behind the goddess—a ring of flame, ice, storm, and shadow.

From within it, they stepped forth.

Karen, cloaked in thunder, with Raigen the Stormhawk perched behind her.

Illyana Veyr, wrapped in frost, her eyes shimmering like frozen lakes.

Seraphine Durnstahl, radiant with flame, a phoenix curling around her shoulders.

Even Vaelros the Hollow emerged—his form steadier, the black egg now a sealed artifact in his hand. Shadow clung to him like breath, but his eyes were clearer than ever before.

> "You are no longer just one of us," Karen said quietly. "You are our hope."

> "The dragons are scattered," Illyana added. "But Antares… left a scar on the world. Others will rise. And we need a light that even gods can follow."

> "This realm is your home now, but it is not a prison. The Absolute Master is a bridge between worlds. Should the time come, and should the world need you again…"

She raised her hand—and a key of radiant light formed in Jean's palm.

Jean closed her eyes, feeling the weight of all that had passed—every battle, every death, every sacrifice. She looked at the emissaries around her. She looked at Whitney.

Then she raised her sword skyward.

> "Then let the world know—should it fall to ruin once more…"

CHAPTER 78.