Flowing Armor (CODA)

Flowing Armor (CODA)
Specifications
Name:	Flowing Armor (CODA)
Rarity:	Legendary
Class:	Hunter
Defense rating:	1100+
Availability
Sources:	Prophecy

Flowing Armor (CODA) is a Legendary Hunter armor suit that can be acquired from the Prophecy Dungeon.

Flowing Cowl (CODA)

"A mercurial skull: for one who seeks answers about the Dark."

— Armor description

Lore

"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes and gaze at the heavens, seeking an answer to your question.

A searing marble dominates an empty, colorless sky in a world full of L I G H T.

The glare throws a shadow across your vision like paint on canvas.

You feel every particle of your face catch fire as your sight burns away.

The heat persists, though you can no longer see.

You know there is nothing to see, anyway.

You hear nothing over the roar of the wind.

Your vision gradually returns…

Something grips your hands, desperately shaking them.

Your soul is weary.

Your feet find purchase in shifting sands.

Your cloak billows in the wind, yet something clings to it, weighing it down.

Flowing Grips (CODA)

"A mercurial limb: for one who seeks answers about the Dark."

— Armor description

Lore

"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes and gaze at your hands, seeking an answer to your question.

Searing glow from a tyrant light above you annihilates all shadow from the plain of sand you stand upon in a world full of L I G H T.

The last thing you perceive is a blazing outline of alabaster fingers gripping your wrist in a tight fist, before photokeratitis takes your sight.

The roar of the wind fills your ears.

Whatever has seized you is shaking you. You perceive shouting over the rush of air, but you can't make out the words. You lean closer to your hands, to whatever's clasping them, shaking them.

The shouting grows eager.

You can smell it now; whatever has seized you. Ancient. Rotting. Powerful.

Its grip is strong—as strong as yours, the heat of the Light coursing through it.

It can smell the Light on you, too. It knows you are just like it.

It has lived forever. A gift from your shared parent. Forever is too long.

You think you know what it's saying now.

It begs for death.

Your vision gradually returns…

A harsh glare blooms from the heavens above.

Your soul is weary.

Your feet find purchase in shifting sands.

Your cloak billows in the wind, yet something clings to it, weighing it down.

Flowing Vest (CODA)

"A mercurial bust: for one who seeks answers about the Dark."

— Armor description

Lore

"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes and gaze upon your weary soul, seeking an answer to your question.

You don't recognize what you see, here in this world full of L I G H T.

It looks different from what you remember, but you can't remember what that was.

You remember the Cosmodrome. You remember your many lives since then.

But were they really you?

Because you died. You die. All the time.

How do you know that's not a whole new Hunter climbing out of that crater?

What if those other Hunters, those other you, are still dead?

Do you care? Do they?

Your vision gradually returns…

A harsh glare blooms from the heavens above.

Something grips your hands, desperately shaking them.

Your feet find purchase in shifting sands.

Your cloak billows in the wind, yet something clings to it, weighing it down.

Flowing Boots (CODA)

"A mercurial brace: for one who seeks answers about the Dark."

— Armor description

Lore

"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes and gaze down at your feet, seeking an answer to your question.

You see that your boots have found purchase in a plain of shifting sands that burns white hot as it reflects scalding light from the heavens in this world full of L I G H T.

Staring directly at the ground, you avoid the worst of a bout of photokeratitis. The wind roars around you.

The shifting sand is all you see.

As you continue to stare, it occurs to you that the Tower might look similar if you stood still for long enough. And your boots, sheathed as they are in a thin veneer of Light, would stay pristine.

You smell a rotting stench.

A harsh glare blooms from the heavens above.

Something grips your hands, desperately shaking them.

Your soul is weary.

Your cloak billows in the wind, yet something clings to it, weighing it down.

Cloak Judgment (CODA)

"A mercurial gift: for one who seeks answers about the Dark."

— Armor description

Lore

"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes and gaze at your cloak, seeking an answer to your question.

It billows around you furiously, buffeted by roaring wind in a world full of L I G H T.

You see your Ghost clinging to it for dear life with bits of his shell.

"I thought you would never look back here!" Ghost shouts into your mind. "I've launched a battery of spectral scans off our position—what we're experiencing is real!"

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE REAL

"Or as close to real as these… beings can conjure!"

THAT WORD DOES NOT DESCRIBE US WELL. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. AND LESS.

"The armor you found in ontological space—it's giving off the same energy signature I picked up when you asked the Nine about the nature of the Dark!"

Your Ghost grips tighter as the wind whips your cloak, rippling it like a kite.

"I think that question produced an ontological effect—one that hasn't fully resolved!"

THE LIGHT DESTROYS. GUARDIANS DESTROY. BUT GHOSTS REBUILD. THEY ARE A TANGENTIAL EXPRESSION WITHIN THE COMMON EQUATION.

"They're still trying to answer the question!"

A harsh glare blooms from the heavens above.

Something grips your hands, desperately shaking them.

Your soul is weary.

Your feet find purchase in shifting sands.

List of appearances

• Destiny 2: Season of Arrivals (First appearance)