Erik and June navigated the streets of Caelora City with cunning stealth.
Erik, rendered invisible by his abilities, moved like a ghost unseen by passersby.
Beside him, June had taken on the clever disguise of a scruffy stray dog blending into the environnt.
As a major city at the base of the Caelora Mountains, the city bustled with activity.
Vendors hawked wares from stalls while shoppers examined goods.
Armored rcenaries patrolled the lanes, eyeing the citizens with suspicion in search of the two fugitives.
As a dog, June had to focus on keeping Erik's scent amidst the riot of slls if he wanted to stay with him.
The aroma of frying at and fresh bread mingled with the sll of foul-slling armpits.
Despite the early morning hour. People displaying the telltale signs of the day's increasing intensity filled the streets.
Sweat marks blood on their shirts, starting from the neck and spreading like a river delta to join the crescent-shaped halos under their armpits.
This early perspiration mirrored the morning dew on the grass, both heralding the onset of a new day's natural cycle - one with the gentle touch of dawn, the other with the relentless climb of the sun.
June's canine nose twitched, picking up traces of Erik's trail - pine needles and snowlt from the mountains.
In the distance, the snow-capped mountains towered over the city nad after it.
Erik gazed at the peaks, knowing many powerful Thaids made their lairs within those treacherous slopes.
Ancient wyverns and horrific beasts - all lurked in the mountains' hidden valleys and caves.
But that was a concern for another ti. Right now, Erik and June's priority was escaping the rcenaries who were hunting them.
The mountains and their mysterious inhabitants would have to wait. Erik tore his gaze from the peaks and refocused on guiding June through Caelora city's crowded streets.
They stuck to the edges and alleys, avoiding the major thoroughfares choked with carts and crowds, while sleek flying cars humd through the skies overhead.
June's paws padded on the concrete as he traced Erik's invisible passage.
After turning a corner, they ca upon a bustling marketplace.
Vendors proclaid the quality of their wares at the top of their lungs. "Fresh mountain hare! Get your fresh hare here!"
June's mouth watered at the scent. They ate before entering the city, but the sll of at perating the air was too enticing.
As they moved through the market, June noticed the people had a hardy look about them.
Broad shoulders and muscular fras were common, no doubt from lives spent laboring in the mountains. These were not weak city folk, but strong frontiersn.
While passing a tavern, raucous laughter and the sour stench of alcohol emanated from within.
A group of brawny n stumbled out, already drunk, though it was only midday.
June pressed close to the buildings, avoiding their notice.
The clone's stomach rumbled as the scent of roasting at wafted by.
He glanced around, hoping Erik would let them stop for a snack.
Erik's voice sounded in June's mind.
June gave a small whine but kept padding forward. After a few more minutes, he couldn't help but ask,
However, Erik changed the topic.
June nodded. The crowds looked much tougher than the typical city dwellers.
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