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Description

"A vessel of scaly flesh and warped bone, the Dreadnought crawls past the clouds like a punctured ship taking on water. The awe of its silent descent is broken by a cacophony of screeching talons raking earth. Swooping upon towers, citadels, and castles-- idols of safety and comfort meant to stand beyond our time-- they are disemboweled, twisted and unfurled into meaningless shapes. The land is tilled with sparking flames that meld iron and stone into unrecognizable hunks of slag, dotted by flower fields that burn for but a harrowing moment before being scattered as ashes.

Beasts like the Dreadnought come once in a lifetime-- only possible during Vernorexia, when the Pantheon is unwell and reality is strained. They are the attendants of a new world, one we are not welcome to ever see and one we pray is never born. Only a Saint, spurred on by the hunt, could challenge such a gargantuan force."

Description

"A vessel of scaly flesh and warped bone, the Dreadnought crawls past the clouds like a punctured ship taking on water. The awe of its silent descent is broken by a cacophony of screeching talons raking earth. Swooping upon towers, citadels, and castles-- idols of safety and comfort meant to stand beyond our time-- they are disemboweled, twisted and unfurled into meaningless shapes. The land is tilled with sparking flames that meld iron and stone into unrecognizable hunks of slag, dotted by flower fields that burn for but a harrowing moment before being scattered as ashes.

Beasts like the Dreadnought come once in a lifetime-- only possible during Vernorexia, when the Pantheon is unwell and reality is strained. They are the attendants of a new world, one we are not welcome to ever see and one we pray is never born. Only a Saint, spurred on by the hunt, could challenge such a gargantuan force."