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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

She was falling—not through space, but through time, memory, essence. The Divine Realm faded like mist, the Codex no longer whispering but resting, nestled deep within her soul as if it had always been a part of her.

Stars overhead. Ashen clouds beneath. The world—her world—was still there.

She landed in the ruins of the Accord Citadel, the battlefield of legends now a grave of both victory and sacrifice. Towers broken. Statues crumbled. Flags of every power fluttering weakly in the wind.

Valeria Durnstahl, cloaked in a flameless mantle, her crown cracked but her gaze sharp.

Ryan Magus, bloodied, eyes dimmed by truths seen too early.

Ilyana Veyr, the ice in her veins melting with relief.

Karen, wind-swept and silent, Raigen perched behind her like a storm waiting to scream.

Raven, Adam, even Charles Luther—standing in the scorched earth as if witnessing the return of something not just lost, but impossible.

Her aura had changed. There was no color, no flame, no light. Just clarity. Like a blade so sharp it didn't cut—merely divided reality from illusion.

"I was gone," she said, her voice calm. "But not lost."

Ryan took a hesitant step. "You… went beyond. Didn't you?"

Jean nodded. "The Codex showed me what lies above the veil. Who guards it. Who dreams beneath it. And who tried to steal it."

Charles spoke then, hoarse. "Did you see Martin?"

Then, Valeria asked the question they all feared to voice:

Jean turned toward the horizon. The sun was rising—not with the golden warmth of peace, but with the fierce blaze of a world uncertain. A world wounded. But living.

"Yes," she answered. "The Dragon Lord is gone. But something else stirs now. Something older than dragons. Older than war."

Ryan tensed. "The One Who Dreams in Ink?"

"No. He sleeps again. But there are six others like him. Pillars of Existence. Each with their own truth… and shadow."

It was Silvia who broke it, stepping beside her younger sister. "Then we must be ready. For whatever comes next."

Jean smiled faintly. "We write the next story. Together."

Behind her, the shattered banner of the Luther Clan fluttered in the wind.

Then Solstice rose, gleaming beside Eclipsion.

And Jean spoke the final words of the war not with her blade—but with her voice.

> "This is no longer the age of dragons.

This is the beginning of something else.

A world not of conquest—but of continuation."

CHAPTER 89.