It's kind of trippy to remember Oz was the King of Vale, the guy who singlehandedly slaughtered so many people that the battle he waged had the single highest death count of any day of The Great War. The sand was soaked wet with blood. I want to meet this Oz. I want to know what he was like. I want to know if it haunted him then and if it haunts him now. I can't imagine it doesn't.












