Becky Bray leaned against the rusted frame, her wings catching the last rays of the setting sun. The Aetherium Sphere pulsed with raw magical energy—a volatile source she was tasked to stabilize. Her cybernetic hand reached out, gently modulating its frequency. It was a delicate balance; too much interference could trigger a catastrophic release. She focused on the sphere’s core, searching for a harmonic anchor, hoping to contain its power before nightfall.
this was a pretty low step result, only 800 steps, around 1000 steps would be the min i'd use normally.