I’ve always been fond of Lägraltvárld. It’s the second-oldest of the settings in which I write, and hasn’t changed as much as its older sibling Nexus. I’m happy to be back to it for a little while.
If you’ve forgotten what’s going on, you can start reading here, at entry 15, to catch up quickly.
Or, read on for spoilers…
Sif, along with her friends Einar Goransson and Lilja Orrisdottir, came across a ritual of some kind in a park in den Holm’s high quarter. Using illusions, Sif sneaked closer. An explosion threw her against a tree.