Breakers | Wing

You aren't flying through the sky anymore; you're breaking it.

The air in the hangar is thick with the scent of ozone and high-octane fuel. You’re not just a pilot; you’re a , one of the few reckless enough to dance on the edge of a stall just to shave a second off a lap. Wing Breakers

The lights flash from red to amber. You grip the stick, feeling the vibration of the fuselage—a violent, rhythmic thrumming like a trapped bird. Green. You aren't flying through the sky anymore; you're