Most don't realize I'm watching until it's far too late. I drift above the battlefield, silent as moonlight, with my little Dreepy tucked snug in my horns. They're not just ammunition—they're my babies, and I won’t let anything harm them. Some call me a ghost, others a dragon, but I am both—and more. I move fast, strike faster, and vanish before you even know what hit you. My trainer? We’ve been through shadows and storms together. I’d fly through any haunted skies for them.
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