Malam closed her eyes as she stood in the glow of the magma trails dwarves used to light their forts underneath Arda's surface. An odd report had come to the desks, one that required a Divine to investigate since Dwarves were incapable of magic, Irinika was too busy on the front, and the others weren't too apt with the skill.
She looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, vivid hair, whiter than snow, cascaded down her back like the purest avalanche. The gates here were locked off, the madness roots lay further in those tunnels. Those were to be avoid. She wrote off the simplest solution that would have satisfied everything: some weapons test happening on the surface. This wasn't that.
