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Arrival
Most people don’t realize that we’re all Bearers. We all bear our own phantom. In Coda, we call that part of yourself the Song. Your Song is your imprint upon the world, familiar yet unique. Its power stretches through the plains of existence, and I believe we are only scratching the surface of its potential.
—Dol Requiem, Grandmaster of Coda
Cade flew past the buckling cars of the train. There were still a few chipcoins within his reach. He encoded to the street, pulling himself down fast. He flared tungsten as he crashed down, the stones of the street spraying like shrapnel through the station.
He stood, seeing the bodies of Skex scattered around the impact crater from his landing. The power the chipcoins had lent him was immense and proved difficult for him to control. A
