Magic in Fylgja is not learned from books. It is learned from spirits, from blood, from sacrifice, and from the land itself.
Seidr is women's magic — feared and respected. Runes are forces, not letters. Galdr is song made sharp. Noids drum their way between worlds. And men who practice seidr are called ergi — shamed, mocked, and sometimes killed for it.
This is a world where the most powerful craft is also the most shameful for half the population. And where the gods, silent, no longer answer the call.