"So this is your intuition?"
Kafrik said with a hint of admiration as he looked at the two figures standing before him, perfect copies of himself and the professor.
They looked exactly the same, moved the same, and even gave off the same aura.
The only difference was their strength.
Each copy held only about one-fourth of the original's power.
Normally, if the professor had made just one, it would have been half the original's strength, but since there were two, the power had been divided equally.
The professor stayed silent, his face calm as he handed a small glowing artifact to his own copy.
That artifact was the key, it would allow the copy to open the gate of the dungeon without any hitch.
When everything was ready, the professor gave a quiet order, "Go."
The copies nodded and began walking away.
Their steps were light, almost soundless.
After moving some distance, they reached a crossroads.
Without hesitation, they split up.
