Born of ritual and scarred by sigil, the Dreadwing is no longer bound by flesh or form. It is the culmination of flight and fury — a war-forged relic that moves with terrifying grace. For the master pilot, it offers unmatched dominance: razor turns, relentless speed, and a presence that silences the skies. The Dreadwing doesn’t fly — it hunts. And when it arrives, the sky forgets the sun.
