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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

Far below the Divine Realm, in the world Jean had saved, clouds bled violet rain.

A scream echoed from the towers of the Magistery.

Ryan Magus awoke with blood at the corners of his eyes, the False Codex smoldering beside him. Not burnt—but weeping ink like it had bled. He gasped, clawing away from the blackened pages.

He whispered the words to no one. To everyone. They echoed in the stone walls like a curse.

Across the Magistery, other Sages collapsed. Some convulsed. Others simply knelt and wept. For in their dreams, a single eye had opened—not one of flesh or fire, but of truth and nothingness. A cosmic spiral that spun backward, pulling stars, memories, and names into a cold, forgotten sleep.

And above it all, a voice—not a roar like Antares.

This was quiet. A whisper so old, even time bent to hear it.

Jean stood at the balcony of her family's fortress. It was strange, being home. The banners flew her crest now. The Luther Clan—once fractured—had become one under her name.

Even Raven, the outcast, stood guard at her back.

Even Adam had sworn fealty, his blade now hers to command.

But peace was fragile. She could feel it tremble.

Whitney growled low beside her. The divine wolf was always calm—unless danger was close.

> "You've felt it too," said Erin Magus, appearing as if from mist. Her eyes were tired. Her power dimmed. But her soul remained sharp.

> "The False Codex," Jean said. "It was a mistake."

> "I warned Ryan, but he believed he could control it. He said… it spoke to him. It showed him a world before dragons. Before gods."

Jean turned. Her eyes burned with light now—literal and divine.

> "It showed me too," she said. "In the Divine Realm. A vast hunger. A nameless void. Antares was the fire before the storm."

> "We're not ready for another war," Erin said.

> "Then we must become ready," Jean replied. "Call the emissaries again. The world powers. This time, not for war—but for something worse."

> "The Magistery stands with you, Emissary of Light."

Seraphine Durnstahl, Emissary of Flame, stood in her forge-temple, surrounded by molten swords that refused to cool. Fire spirits whispered in panic, their voices flickering.

> "The fire is retreating," she said.

Her mother, the Iron Empress, stood silent. Then nodded.

Vaelros the Hollow sat in his throne of ash, the black egg relic now cracked and screaming even without sound. Shadows poured from it, uncontrolled. It was no longer a tool. It was a wound.

> "Jean Luther," he whispered. "You brought the light. But in doing so… you cast the deepest shadow."

Jean returned alone to the river of echoes. There, Martin waited again. But not with pride.

> "This was only the second act. And the true enemy... is older than gods."

CHAPTER 80.