Grace Luna traced the glyphs etched into the armrests of her throne, feeling their familiar thrum against her skin. The Dragon’s Heart, as they called it, pulsed with contained energy beside her. She was monitoring the Bloom—the sudden surge of magical flora that threatened to overrun the valley. A subtle shift in the dragon's optics caught her attention; a new tendril had breached the perimeter. With a nod, she initiated the harmonic dampeners, hoping to quell the growth without harming the delicate ecosystem.
this was a pretty low step result, only 300 steps!, around 1000 steps would be the min i'd use normally.