It wasn’t until she began to climb up the hill at the centre of the island, carefully evading the slippery slopes of the bare granite rocks, that the otherwise dim feeling became sharper and more distinct. Incensed and humming in the air due to whatever it had been that the lightning had caused. Eventually, she was facing a near-uniform wall of stone. Unbroken and undisturbed, it was only the heavy of magic and the charred patches of grass around it which gave it away as something distinct from the unimpressive landscape around it.