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Reformed Faith is a Lore book added to Episode: Echoes as part of the Expedition, serving as the initial biography of Skira before her elevation to Discipleship. Each page is found from defeating final bosses, completing unique encounters and vanquishing Prime Nemeses.

—Fellowship—

Folly. Freedom. Fellowship.

This is my testament of providence.

I am Skira. Only surviving daughter of my line. My parents opposed those blasphemous warriors of the Polyphony and thus met their end. My brothers and sisters all killed before they could draw breath. For decades, I eked a miserable life on the streets of Thruhist. I was a wretch until I found the ancient creeds of Slyuvi. It was there I found purpose. It was there I found the true faith. It was there I truly learned of the poisonous words of the Polyphony. And it is here where our legacy begins, for better or for worse. May Slyuvi have mercy on our souls, come what may.

What is folly but foolishness and misplaced faith? Once, the Polyphony was our greatest savior, born from the ashes of our once grand civilization. Back when the thirteen moons bore a pale white cousin, we were a prosperous civilization, ever worshipping the strange, celestial visitor as a god, ever singing songs to its glory and mercy until it vanished without trace, bringing fear and distrust between our ancestors, bestowing upon each other nuclear hellfire in response, engulfing peace and advancement in incinerating fire. When we came out from hiding, those still faithful to the words of our ancient kings and queens, the Polyphony thus emerge from those who preached with sonorous, resonant song. For a time, it was all well-meaning until its leadership became full with the corrupt and slothful, now seeking reward for what they do, as the singers cleanse blighted lands not for the good of the world, but for the wealth of others. Folly. Deeds of blasphemers and traitors. All of it!

Slyuvi, our truest and most faithful god-king, demands recompense. Weakness and pride must be supplanted by competence and strength. Thus is decreed by the ancient god-king of justice. There MUST be justice for the outcast and downtrodden. Freedom must find its heralds. Thankfully, I was found by a truly just and noble warrior befitting of such a divine duty. He was Kaas-thrys, a former nobleman, disgruntled and scornful of his peers' ambivalence and weakness, possessed of a warriors spirit and born of conviction and desire. But he wasn't the only one. Indeed, he was followed by many, all seeking change in a dying, broken kingdom. Court Sorceress Nikhra, Threshold Huntress Ikaria, Exiled General Varhyn, Astrologist Sethiir and so many more. All of us saw the Polyphony for what it truly was and did the right thing – the only thing – that had to be done. Freedom. Now that we were free from our chains, we had a cause that united us; we sought the downfall of the Polyphony and freedom and prosperity for all.

To think that they would bring in a former criminal turned divine anchorite into their ranks. Folly? Perhaps. But maybe there is purpose to bondage after all. Perhaps they need a new voice, or preacher to further unit people. No. They need me for faith. Indeed. I, too, will be given power. An example of a pariah becoming as a god! To think of the people seeing such an example and being emboldened to do great things! No longer bound by castes and corruption, but now agents of their own will, to be driven to do great things. Now bound to each other as they are to a truly benevolent king. Now that is an ideal world. A world befitting of my god-king's vision, where excellence isn't inherited, but earned. My faith shall be rewarded, as shall all who follow in our divine footsteps. May all be blessed by fellowship. May our fellowship bear fruits of freedom and prosperity.

May this be remembered in sonorous song. May my legend be told as we reclaim our ancestral lands. May Slyuvi judge us worthy.

—Turmoil—

Black soil. King's foil. Turmoil.

This is my testament of rebellion.

—Coronation—

Illusion. Execution. Coronation.

This is my testament of power.

—Acceptance—

Repentance. Permanence. Acceptance.

This is my testament of inquisition.

—Scorn—

Skirmish. Squandering. Scorn.

This is my testament of revilement.

—IGNORANCE—

Repentance. Permanence. IGNORANCE.

This is a testament of my PERFECT HATRED.

—Pathway—

Prospect. Perfidy. Pathway.

This is my testament of renewed faith.

—Cloak—

Smoke. Choke. Cloak.

This is my testament of treachery.

—Divinity—

Sanctity. Affinity. Divinity.

This is my testament of iconoclasm.

—Silence—

Sedition. Swiftness. Silence.

This is my testament of regicide.

—SALVATION—

Station. Supplication. SALVATION.

This is a testament to my DESERVED ASCENSION.

—Deserving—

Destruction. Defilement. Deserving.

This is my testament to rebellion.

—Chains—

Grains. Refrains. Chains.

This is my testament to conviction.

—Ruination—

Resonation. Realization. Ruination.

This is my testament to vanquished doubts.