PROSE MODE.
She made it down the stony track to a flowing river. Then trotted around the meander and found herself face to face with the precipice of a plateau, how the hell was she gonna climb without any rope? She could fly but flying weakens her mana distribution rapidly and she can't risk that right now in a world where she isn't sure of any perpetual sources of magic.
A gorge swept to the left of the mountains. She wandered through a pass leading to a deciduous forest, and came across enchanted conifers. They adjusted themselves in the direction of the daylight that was slowly deteriorating.
After an hour she reached the end of the glade, it stretched a few miles bracketing the turrets of a waterfall.
What now?
She scanned the area for a bit, viewing the summit from her current position. She looked closely at the waterfall, an imposing shadow behind it highlighted the cave she was looking for.
Bingo!
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