To each a Weapon (1)

Erik led the way out of the building, his clones falling into step behind him. "Our next stop is a shop I found a while back. Matthias's blades"

Noah, ever curious, looked at Erik with wide, eager eyes. "Are we going to make some weapons, Master?" He asked, the anticipation clear in his voice and mirrored in the way he leaned forward slightly.

"Yeah, we're going to get you all custom weapons," Erik replied, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

As they walked through the city, the clones couldn't help but marvel at the towering structures surrounding them.

Skyscrapers stretched towards the sky like glass and steel giants, while holographic billboards flashed with vibrant colors, advertising everything from the latest tech to exotic vacations.