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

Chapter 193: Emberlight Awakens

It began with silence.

The people of Lilyshade stirred under strange skies—velvet black threaded with rivers of gold and flickering constellations. The very air tasted different: clean, weightless, touched by something ancient and still new. The city's streets were exactly as they remembered them, every lantern, arch, and stone in its place.

But the sun was missing.

Instead, the sky pulsed with the soft glow of twin moons and a distant aurora—a dome of celestial warmth that danced above their heads like a living tapestry. Emberlight had embraced them fully, a soulbound realm cradling an entire kingdom in its arms.

Panic rippled first in whispers.

Children asking their parents why the stars were so close. Merchants stepping out of their shops and blinking at the horizon, which now held vast stretches of crystalline plains and flame-kissed hills instead of familiar forests and mountains.

Guards formed squads. Couriers rushed to the palace.

In the center square, a large crowd began to gather, murmurs rising like sparks in dry grass.

But before fear could take root—

Isaac and Asmodeus arrived.

She walked ahead, still regal in bearing despite the long night behind them. Isaac stood beside her—tall, composed, a figure most of the city still saw as her quiet consort… until now.

Asmodeus raised her voice, projecting with clarity across the gathered crowd.

"You are safe. The city is whole. But Lilyshade… is no longer where it once stood."

Gasps. Cries. But she raised a hand gently, and they quieted.

She glanced at Isaac, and he stepped forward.

"It wasn't a choice," he said. "The enemy we faced triggered a detonation strong enough to destroy everything within three hundred kilometers. There was no way to stop it. So I moved all of you—every house, every soul—into a world I created. A sanctuary."

He gestured to the sky above. "This place is called Emberlight. And as long as you are here, you are safe."

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then an older woman stepped forward from the crowd, her voice cracking. "You… moved a city?"

Isaac nodded once.

Another voice: "We're not… dead?"

Asmodeus answered with calm certainty. "No. You are alive. Lilyshade lives. And your lives will continue here—without fear."

The crowd rippled with uneasy amazement.

Some wept openly.

Some dropped to their knees in prayer.

Others simply stood in stunned silence.

—

Later that day, Isaac and Asmodeus stood at the edge of a spatial gate—one Isaac had formed to lead them back to the blast site.

The moment they stepped through, the light dimmed.

The air felt thinner, brittle.

The crater stretched for hundreds of kilometers in every direction—an unfathomable scar across the land. The core was glassed, blackened. No wildlife stirred. No wind blew. The sky overhead shimmered faintly with spiritual static, and the ground pulsed with lingering echoes of destruction.

But it was the surrounding region that struck Isaac the hardest.

Mountains beyond the blast zone had collapsed inward, their peaks sheared. Rivers had boiled away, their dry beds now lined with jagged black rock. Entire forests stood as husks—trees warped and twisted by unseen pressure, bark peeled away as if by spiritual erosion.

Asmodeus placed a hand to her chest.

"The tremors… they didn't stop at the edge of the blast."

Isaac nodded grimly. "No. It wasn't just an explosion. It distorted the ley-lines. The spiritual current here is corrupted—maybe permanently."

She glanced at him. "If we hadn't moved the city—"

"It would've been annihilation. There'd be nothing left to bury."

They stood in silence for a moment, gazing out over the fractured horizon.

This was more than victory.

This was survival snatched from the jaws of erasure.

And Emberlight was no longer just a refuge.

It was their only home now.