Dreadfang MK-I
He did not come from heaven or be born in a workshop. It was assembled in silence, in the darkness where mistakes become weapons. He has no name that can be pronounced, no voice that can warn of his arrival. Just metal, pressure and a programmed will not to stop. Their footsteps do not sound: they are heavy. Each impact against the ground leaves scars as if the world is trying to get out of its way... and fail. He doesn't look: he sets goals. He does not think: he executes. Where others doubt, he has already destroyed. Their wings do not rise, they lurk. His body does not protect, it advances. Each piece vibrates with a unique purpose: to eliminate everything that breathes, everything that flees, everything that exists. There is no roar. There is no announcement. Just the instant it's in front of you... And it's too late.
About Dreadfang MK-I
He did not come from heaven or be born in a workshop. It was assembled in silence, in the darkness where mistakes become weapons. He has no name that can be pronounced, no voice that can warn of his arrival. Just metal, pressure and a programmed will not to stop. Their footsteps do not sound: they are heavy. Each impact against the ground leaves...Read more