Erik returned to the underground shelter as the sun reached its zenith. His clone was there already waiting for him.
Despite the dangers it must have faced during its morning hunt, the clone's expression was bright.
"Welcome back, Master."
"Good to see you made it back safely," Erik said, noting the traces of dried blood on his clone's clothing. "How did it go?"
"I killed a few creatures, Master, nothing much," the clone said. "There was nothing as powerful as a Chromatic Stalker. Even at my current level of strength, I could handle them without too many problems. But the area is vast and crawling with thaids. I had to be selective about which ones to engage."
The clone had many powers, including invisibility. In theory, it shouldn't have been hard to kill thaids if they were to his same level. The problem was the stronger ones, or if they were in huge numbers.
"You killed some?"
