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Melissa Spatiatis. I turn to the next page. I have been here for over five hours and I found a book of leviathans. And I didn’t just see about leviathan’s origin, I found myself entering to a complete trail of Arcadia. After the pages I have read, I cannot even explain just how powerful Arcadia is. I trace a finger across the faded parchment, the scent of aged paper tickles my nose. There is an elaborate illustration depicting a kingdom unlike I have encountered. Arcadia, a land talked about traveling scholars and artisans who came back to write and draw about it. The text spoke of towering, sky-piercing obsidian castles that glittered like black diamonds under the midday sun. These weren't mere fortresses; they were testaments to Arcadia's mastery of a mysterious, otherworldly energy c