Realizing the cost of defying the man who was once destined to be the King of the Nightside, the Collector handed over the jar. Taylor gave it to Elara. As she opened it, the golden light rushed back into her, and for the first time in years, the neon lights of the Nightside didn't look threatening—they looked like a celebration.
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Taylor nodded, adjusted his trench coat, and led her into the Street of Gods. They passed , the Punk God of the Straight Edge, who stood guard over a doorway to a dimension made of broken glass. Realizing the cost of defying the man who
