“It is a Galdrabok,” Uspa said, “written by Lik-Rifa.” “How is it a weapon?” Elvar asked Uspa. “The spells…” Uspa breathed. “They are powerful, and terrifying.” “A weapon that could help us defeat a dragon-god?” Elvar pressed. Uspa frowned. “Perhaps.” “How?” Sighvat said. He was bleeding from many wounds, but mention of freeing him from the blóð svarið caught his attention. “Does it speak of resurrection?” Skuld said quietly. Uspa’s eyes narrowed. “It does.”
