I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 185: The Flame Within Her

Morning unfolded slowly over Lilyshade.

Sunlight drifted through enchanted silks, and a gentle breeze stirred the curtains of the royal bedchamber. The world outside remained quiet—but something inside Asmodeus had changed.

She stood at the mirror, her body still cloaked in a soft robe of night-colored silk, but her reflection felt different.

More… solid.

More alive.

She raised a hand—and stopped.

Flame danced at her fingertips, but it wasn't hers alone anymore. It pulsed deeper, warmer. It didn't writhe with hunger. It resonated.

She could feel him.

The bond between them wasn't just emotional—it had become spiritual architecture. His presence echoed in her body like a second heartbeat.

Behind her, Isaac stirred.

"You feel it," he said, his voice low but steady.

She turned slowly, brushing her hair back, violet eyes calm.

"I feel you," she answered. "And something else."

He blinked. "Something else?"

She touched her chest.

"It's like… a depth I never knew was there. Like part of me that's been asleep is finally waking up."

Isaac stepped closer, watching her closely.

"Are you sure it's just from me?"

She hesitated.

Closed her eyes.

Then shook her head.

"No. This is more than resonance."

She extended her hand, summoning fire. It bloomed easily, beautifully—but at its center, a flicker of intensity shimmered faintly. Not corrupted. Not dangerous. But old.

Like something remembered by the body before the mind.

And then the system responded:

[Union Eternal – Rank EX+] Active

Stat infusion calibrated:+492 Strength+483 Agility+501 Endurance+498 Intelligence+489 Willpower+500 CharismaSoul corruption resistance: MAXFlame affinity synchronized.Resonance: Stable.

Asmodeus exhaled slowly, her eyes fluttering open.

"I've never felt this… complete."

Isaac smiled. "Good. That's what I wanted for you."

She turned toward him, the flame at her fingertips dying down.

"Do you realize what you've done?" she asked softly.

He raised a brow. "Aside from making you stronger?"

"You gave me something no one has ever dared to give," she said. "Not protection. Not power. Trust."

Isaac stepped forward and placed a hand on her waist.

"I gave you what I had left," he said. "And I don't regret it."

She leaned in, resting her head briefly against his shoulder.

"Then let's make sure this strength is never wasted."

Isaac tilted his head.

"You think we'll need it?"

A long pause.

Her voice, soft but certain:

"…Eventually."

And outside, far beneath the earth—unknown to them both—the faintest pulse of ancient energy stirred.

Waiting.

Watching.

Remembering.