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Dear Oryx,
Or Taken King, or Fallen King, or whatever you want to be called. We desire your crown, still attached to your head, while detached from your shoulders. We’d appreciate your cooperation. Or not. We like it rough.
Sincerely,
Guardians
PS: yes, the same ones who murdered your son.
Love it!
It’s been an exciting day.