 Each area was left in utter ruin when she left it--magic could do only so much to revive it, and she tried her best, but ultimately there was still obvious signs of ruin. She’d been training on honing her rage, on wielding it like a whip, letting her power slice through thick groupings of trees and other brush, trying to direct what direction it went in rather than let it fly loose and out of control. It took a great deal of effort and concentration, but it was more manageable by the day and she’d become quite satisfied with her work.