"When will you realize that Idrila is our one true Aeon?"

You heard the metal of Argenti's armor clink as he circled you, your figure tightly bound to a stake. The other Knights of Beauty stood around you holding torches, the harsh light illuminating the tranquil darkness of night.

"This is the price of a nonbeliever."

Harshly grasping your face, he scrutinizes your features with distaste.

"I truly hope you'll find salvation in Idrila in your next life."