Ace Combat 8 Chases Ghosts to a Dead Horizon

Ace Combat 8: Wings Of Theve review — 'One heck of a ride'

Platforms: PS5, Xbox Series X|S, PC You’d be forgiven for never having played an Ace Combat game. But while it may not have the instant name recognition of a Call Of Duty, Namco’s aerial combat franchise has been going since the ‘90s, spanning more than 18 entries that have taken its dogfights from traditional military skirmishes to futuristic warfare (even venturing into outer space). From a distance, it might look like the kind of franchise wh…

Ace Combat 8: Wings of Theve boasts some of the giddiest highs you're likely to experience in a video game this year (but it would have benefitted from being a little bit shorter)

Let's chase 'em off, Rex! Two more missiles arc toward a hapless enemy F2-A, droplets peppering my windshield as I skim past a glowering grey cloud, dulling the distant explosion. Visibility is garbage. No kidding, Tasha. The Endurance is being targeted. Uh-oh. Tonitrus Spear arriving in two minutes! They've got a high-output laser and a broad-range jammer. Sounds like a bad combo. The cockpit rattles as I climb, an insistent red flash warning m…

Ace Combat 8: Wings of Theve Review: Soaring Higher Than Ever

Reviewed on: PC Platform: PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S, PC Publisher: Bandai Namco Developer: Bandai Namco Release: October 2, 2026 Rating: Teen Ace Combat 8: Wings of Theve flies on the tailwinds of its predecessor, which brought life back to the series in 2019. Yet it also dips deep into the series' wealth of mechanics and themes – wingmen, huge mission areas, memorable rivals – to forge what feels like the ace of aces, and one of the series…

Ace Combat 8 Chases Ghosts to a Dead Horizon

My earliest memory of the joy of flight was formed in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. My mom and I, on the top deck of a rented beach house, with balsa wood gliders. Not even a whole dollar for one. They came in all kinds. Ones with wings designed to do loops, ones with plastic and wire propellers that spun up on rubber bands, ones that went farther than you’d believe you could throw. She'd hold on to the strap of my Oshkosh with one hand and …