Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 454 Companion

dont matter if she’ka clone She’s still trabelle

Tm starving, let’s hustle. Isabelle declared.

George hoisted her up, grinning. “Got it.”

The pair made their way back to the hotel, grabbed a bite, then resumed their journey.

The rain, unyielding for days, showed no signs of abating.

Having just secured new accommodations after relocating across town, they’d spent two days holed up in the hotel, hoping for a break in the weather.

As the rain finally subsided, the ground remained damp underfoot.

Isabelle slowed her pace, eventually coming to a halt.

Turning to George, she announced, “I’m craving grapes.”

“There’s a fruit stand back on the street we just passed; want me to grab some?” George suggested.

“You go,” Isabelle replied.

“By myself?” George clarified.

“I don’t feel like walking.” Isabelle teased..

“I’ll carry you there,” George offered.

“Just go,” Isabelle insisted, waving him off.

George looked at her, still not moving.

Isabelle didn’t act any differently than usual. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

a second. I’ll be right

“Yeah.”

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the departed.

he left, Ibelle followed

arrived and unfamiliar with the neighbourhood, she wandered towards quieter streets until she found herself in a deserted

Isabelle called

emerged, slender with sharp features and

Storm Shadow; it was Storm Shadow’s clone–a presence

clouds hung overhead ominously, the air heavy with the lingering dampness

of rain.

the ground, reflecting the two figures confronting

gleamed with malice, a glint of cold steel in

attack.

tense stance, he focused solely on Isabelle.

her coat pockets, regarding the clone with an absence of

a knowingness, as if she saw beyond the clone, glimpsing another. soul.

something in her

to come alone, knowing you can’t win? Clones may lack emotion, but they aren’t mere automatons. Aren’t you afraid of death, of

directed at the clone; they were meant for the original.

Shadow glanced at her but

thought clones could talk?”

Isabelle smiled to herself. “Well.

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heather will 1. That’s just how

composed demeanour. Tabelle withdrew her hand from her pocket, revealing a dagger. Let’s

tugged at their clothes, and raindrops stung then

eyes and lunged at

on the street corner. The clash of their weapons echoed

unidentified weapon fell to the ground, staining the water with a pool of crimson–the blood of an unknown source.