Becky Bray adjusted the grip on the Cartographer’s Scepter, its crystal face shimmering with projected terrain. The ruins pulsed with residual energy—a chaotic echo of the Sundering. She needed to chart it, map the distortions before they spread further. Her wings vibrated, sensing fluctuations in the ambient magic as she rotated the scepter, overlaying spectral pathways onto the landscape. A faint blue glow emanated from her eyes, focusing on a particularly unstable nexus point ahead. The work was dangerous, but vital.
this was a pretty low step result, only 500 steps, around 1000 steps would be the min i'd use normally.