"By Odin's beard," Svalin swore. She took her wife's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Worry not, milady. We wilt find Solver and return him to thee." The "Or die trying" didn't need to be said. Svalin hoped she sounded confident. Worry sank into her when Vernique mentioned an Elder of the Universe.
"Asleif! Start finding mine son," Svalin growled. "Defenders, prepare for a journey into space."
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