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Sigurd, back from his madness, stared at her spear with haunted eyes. “That is Father’s. How? The ritual… the Yggdrasil chamber… you were not there.”

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Eivor hesitated. Her honor was a shield she had carried since childhood. But she remembered the hours—the years —of hunting down carbon ingots, of scaling a dozen identical watchtowers for a single nickel bar. The memory of Dag’s mocking laughter echoed: “Still wearing that rusted chest-piece, Eivor?” Sigurd, back from his madness, stared at her

She blinked. The grid did not vanish. It was a translucent pane, etched with runes that were not quite Norse and not quite English—a ghost in the machine of reality itself. At the top, a single line of text pulsed: The ritual… the Yggdrasil chamber… you were not there

“Add them, Wolf-Kissed. No one will know. It is just data. A number here, a flag there. You have suffered the grind of a thousand drekar voyages. Why not take what is owed?”

The joy curdled.

Eivor, ever the pragmatist, pressed it.