Chapter 453 - Prison and The Clone's Worry

Arcadia sprawled across the mountain range like a city caught between the heavens and the earth, its architecture a blend of timeless elegance and meticulous function. Towering spires pierced the sky, each crowned with intricate arcane symbols that shimmered faintly under the light of enchanted lanterns. The streets below were wide and meticulously paved, their surfaces etched with runic patterns that pulsed faintly, channeling mana throughout the town. Merchants with carts brimming with rare tomes and enchanted trinkets lined the cobblestone avenues, their wares gleaming with faintly glowing sigils. Groups of robed scholars walked in clusters, their conversations a mixture of heated debates and excited whispers.