Jisoo hit the ground hard, skidding across stone, her palms tearing open on the impact.
She didn't scream.
Didn't shout.
She just gritted her teeth and spat blood.
The clone was already closing in again—same look, same build, same damn smirk that mirrored hers exactly. It launched forward with a clean dash that mirrored her own Burst Dash perfectly, and Jisoo barely rolled out of the way before a curved elbow slammed into the wall behind her, cracking the stone clean down the middle.
Too close.
Again.
She tumbled once, then pushed off into a burst dash of her own—zigzagging between broken pillars, using debris to break line of sight. It gave her seconds. No more.
The clone was learning.
Adapting.
And she was starting to feel slow. Not because her ability was fading, but because she'd been using it the same way since day one—to move.
Never to strike.
Not directly.
She crouched behind a shattered pillar, chest heaving.
