Nightside -

"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected.

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. Nightside

"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light." "This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice

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. As she opened it, the golden light rushed