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... el blinked and nodded.

"What happened to Arcadia was far too long ago. In truth, there aren't even many records about it."

"But I've heard that there are still beastfolk living there..."

"Hmm... yes, but they refuse to communicate with those outside. As you know, predators can’t enter that land, which means Asterian has even less information about it. From what I’ve heard, Arne knows the most about that place."

"Arne... that’s the family with the Verdant Ability, ...

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