Abonner for at downloade
Warframe | Banshee Prime

A new battle cry echoes across the system!

These like-faced savages. These earth-worn mules. A vast violent, ocean, a dark command.
Yet they wither. Mired in massed steel and flesh, casting these hordes from gene molds and flock minds.
We inspire nothing.
Our demons of void-womb must be different, unusual, singular. Crafted without cast, wrought of the finest ore, slender and queer.
Sight without eye, wrath without sound. Not a soldier, but a myth. Not a warrior, a spirit.
Banshee.