Two weeks had passed since the preparations for the soul-splitting procedure had begun. The moment of separation between Ashton and Astaroth was looming, and the tension in the laboratory was palpable.
They had run countless simulations for every possible outcome, and thankfully, everything was in order. It was surprising as they had never seen such positive results, but it was likely due to the Precursor tech they had used.
Within days, every detail had been meticulously arranged for the impending event, and the room hummed with anticipation as the day of the operation arrived.
As planned, Ashton was summoned to the lab for a final check, and as he stepped into the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the sight before him.
Inside a transparent cylindrical tank, a surreal image met his gaze – his clone, suspended in a peculiar greenish liquid. The eerie fluid surrounded the clone, keeping it in an almost ghostly state.
