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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

In the garden of stars where silence reigned, Jean stood alone. The emissaries had dispersed to their quarters within the Divine Realm. Whitney lay peacefully beside a silver pond that mirrored not the sky, but memory itself.

Jean's gaze wandered to the cosmos above. But her mind was elsewhere—fixed not on the present, nor on the victory over Antares, but on the figure whose name lingered in history like thunder in a canyon.

> "Celeste," Jean said softly. "Is he here?"

The goddess did not appear. She unfolded into existence, as though the stars coalesced into her form.

> "Martin Luther," she said, voice tinged with awe and sorrow. "The man who scarred a dragon god and delayed apocalypse by a thousand years. Yes… he is here."

Jean stepped forward, heart racing.

Celeste looked at her, long and quiet, then slowly nodded.

> "Follow the river of echoes. He is waiting."

Jean walked alone, through fields of eternal dusk, following a winding stream that sang with voices of memory. Each drop carried the weight of a soul, each ripple a whispered truth.

A sword stood in the center—not planted, but grown from the ground like a tree of steel. Beside it stood a tall man with white hair and a cloak of torn banners. His back was broad, and when he turned, his golden eyes shimmered like hers.

Not just legend. Not just history.

> "I had wondered," he said, "how long it would take before one of my blood reached me here."

> "I've heard the stories. But they never said what kind of man you were."

They stood in silence for a moment, separated by generations, bound by blood.

> "You fought Antares," Jean whispered. "And survived."

> "I did more than survive. I chose not to kill him."

Martin turned away, looking at the horizon of stars.

> "Because something worse than Antares watches from beyond the edge of creation. The Dragon Lord… was afraid of it."

> "The dragons believe humans are a disease. But that… that which sleeps outside the laws of gods and dragons alike… it does not care whether the world is diseased or divine. It simply hungers."

> "It has no name. But it once whispered through the cracks of the world. The Codex you saw… the False Word Ryan Magus tried to use… that was but a fragment of its scream."

> "Not yet. But your victory, your ascension… it will be felt. By it."

Jean stepped beside him. Their reflections shimmered in the blade grown from the earth.

Martin finally turned to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder—a warrior's hand, calloused and ancient.

> "You do what I could not. You unite the divine and mortal. The gods grow quiet. The world forgets its guardians. But now they have you. The Emissary who walked beyond life. The last light."

> "And when the nameless hunger comes… you won't be alone."

The sword between them glowed, and Jean knew it wasn't just a relic.

CHAPTER 79.