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Marcus tilted his head. "You see what I let you see."

Not the streetlights— all light. A low-frequency emitter in his belt harmonized with the bridge's power grid, plunging a half-mile radius into absolute, primordial darkness. The Vipers screamed, firing blindly into the void. superhero skin black

"You're a demon," Razor gasped, just before a black baton swept his legs and a knee pinned his throat. Marcus tilted his head

In the neon-drenched canyons of Novo-Gotham, the sky was a perpetual bruise of purple and smog. But tonight, a different kind of darkness moved through the alleys of the Kiln District. plunging a half-mile radius into absolute

His name was Marcus Webb, and his skin wasn't a suit. It was his own. The world called him .