The JSA: The World's Original Superteam! Since World War II, an incarnation of this fabled team has existed to defend Earth from all threats! Now, a new team has been formed, with members from older generations as well as new! They are: The Flash, Sentinel, Wildcat, Obsidian, Hourman, and Wonder Woman…the Justice Society of America!

"Greetings, Justice Society."

The assembled heroes of the JSA looked up in shock at the newest addition to their campaign against the 'Great Enemy'. Fate had said there was another ally in his plan to rescue Nabu and stop the mysterious threat, but none of the Justice Society had imagined it would be the Spectre.

Sentinel, Hippolyta, Flash, Obsidian and Hourman all shared the same look. Finally, Sentinel spoke.

"I thought you had gone on to heaven, to your final peace, Jim." Sentinel referred to Jim Corrigan, the Earthly spirit that had been the host for the Wrath of God. Corrigan had fought evil as the Spectre for sixty years, and in that time had tried to find the reason for his mission of combating and understanding evil. Only once he realized that even he could not stop all evil, but was merely another aspect of the force for good that combated evil, was he ready to receive entry into Heaven. Corrigan had departed for his final rest months ago. If that still held, then why was he back?

"I am not Jim Corrigan. He has gone on to his final rest within Heaven," replied the Spectre. His emerald cloak billowed like a cloud as it surrounded his pale white body. The hood of the cloak silhouetted his face so that all that could be seen was his nose and mouth.

Hippolyta stepped forward. "If you're not Jim, then who are you? It took him years to learn to control the power of the Spectre. Whoever you are, I have my doubts that you have that same control. You could be a worse threat than the one we're here to combat." To emphasize her point, Hippolyta hefted her battle axe from one hand to the other, its blades gleaming in the ethereal light that Fate and the Spectre emanated.

"I stand with my teammates," said Jay Garrick, the original Flash. "Fate, explain yourself. Starting with who he really is, and who this Great Enemy is. We won't just charge into a fight not knowing who the players are. Not even on Nabu's word."

"Jesus, he's giving me the creeps," said Obsidian. "I've fought alongside him before, but even then I knew he was Jim Corrigan inside. I knew he was a good man. Now, I don't know what he is."

"I think," said Hourman, "That we'd better follow the lead of the older guys here. I don't care if I'm JSA Chairman or not, this is over my head. Give me drug dealers anyday."

"Well," replied Obsidian, "They say a sign of a good leader is knowing when you're out of your territory. Let's just stay alert. I want to be ready if anything strange happens."

"Stranger than this?," said Hourman, pointing at a ball of emerald fire in the shape of a sphere, holding dozens of demons. The team had been attacked minutes ago by the demonic horde which had found itself in over its collective head when confronted by the Justice Society of America.

"The Spectre chooses to keep his identity hidden for now," said Fate, energy crackling throughout the red circuitry of his uniform. "However, as I was interrupted earlier, I will continue to inform you of where we are and who we are fighting."

"Go on," said Sentinel, his patience obviously waning.

"Very well," said Fate. "As I had been explaining, our enemy was born as the antithesis to all life in the universe, a threat who had a noble counterpart born to combat and stop him. A pact had been made between the high powers of existence to combat the antithesis should he ever return. That day has come. The greatest threat to face the whole of existence is back."

"He has had many names, but you would know him as…The Anti-Monitor."

---

The Higher Authority, In Orbit over Earth

Everything was fuzzy, indistinct. Shapes were warped, but beginning to coalesce into something more substantial. Finally, everything came into sharper and sharper focus, until he saw where he was…and whom he was with.

A man in his early fifties stood beside him, wearing clothes that were tattered and torn, as if they were too small for him. He had gray hair at his temples. His muscles were well developed and distinct; he obviously worked out. After a second, the man recognized who he was looking at. He tried to say his name, but found he couldn't, as a solid band of emerald energy covered his mouth.

"Hey, punk," said Ted Grant, also known as Wildcat. "Bet you're wondering how you got here. And how I'm suddenly so spry. But those questions are nothing compared to what I want to ask you. And believe me, you will answer all of my questions."

The man who had stormed the Higher Authority called himself Dr. Mid-Nite, a member of the JSA who had died during the events of the Zero Hour Time Crisis several years ago. He had somehow convinced the Higher Authority computer housekeeping program, D.I.N.A.H., that he had access to the station's security subroutines. Wildcat didn't know how that was possible, as when the JSA constructed the Higher Authority's systems with John Henry Irons, a.k.a. Steel, they had never entered any protocols for Dr. Mid-Nite, since he was deceased. At some point, this imposter had been able to gain access to D.I.N.A.H.'s programming.

The imposter had used his access to apparently purloin alien technology from a cadre of captured Khund warriors who had been part of an alien invasion force intent on destroying the Earth. The Khunds themselves had attempted to use a time distortion weapon on the Higher Authority, but failed due to Hourman's last second rescue. The weapon had been turned on the Khunds instead, regressing them all into infants and toddlers. The JSA had teleported the now juvenile Khunds aboard the station into the brig. It was there this Dr. Mid-Nite had found the Khund weapons the infants had worn in storage, and also decided to kill the infants by exposing them to the harsh vacuum of space, again, using the commands he had programmed for his use within D.I.N.A.H.

Wildcat, himself aged to his true years of life, had been the only one aboard the station to stop this Dr. Mid-Nite from escaping. The other members of the JSA had been whisked away in a burst of light by what looked like Dr. Fate, leaving Wildcat to defend Earth against the alien threat in space, as well as the imposter within. Using stealth and guile, he had managed to stop the intruder, but not before a device was detonated from the folds of Mid-Nite's cape. Everything had gone black…

…Until Ted awoke to see his wizened body returned to the more vital state he had known before his aging at the hands of Extant. What's more, the man calling himself Dr. Mid-Nite now had a turn for the worse. Removing his mask, Ted saw that the imposter was most definitely not Charles McNider, the original Mid-Nite. He was, however, extremely old and frail. Ted had found the false Mid-Nite after he came to with a broken hip and a broken collarbone. Now, he was confronting the man within the medical deck of the Higher Authority.

"D.I.N.A.H., remove all protocols relating to Dr. Mid-Nite from your databanks. You are not to obey commands relating to that name until I give the go command. Understood?"

"YES, WILDCAT. COMMAND EXECUTED." The voice still spooked Wildcat with the degree to which the Defensive Integrated Network and Administrative Housekeeping program sounded like Dinah Lance, the original Black Canary and former JSA'er.

"Now," said Wildcat as he turned to his prisoner, "I wouldn't move if I were you. A man your age could hurt himself quite easily. Not that I would know. Not anymore, at least." He gave a grin as he spoke. "Release the gag, D.I.N.A.H. I want to hear what this scumbag has to say for himself."

Instantly, the emerald energy that comprised the gag dissipated. Dr. Mid-Nite struggled to move his neck, but lancing pain shot through him. His breath became ragged and labored.

"I told you not to move. You've got a broken collarbone and a broken hip. I've got the medical tech doing its job, but it won't be able to if you keep moving." Wildcat walked out to a viewport looking out into space. Wreckage from alien spacecraft marred the view of the stars, but that was the only evidence of the invasion that had taken place hours ago. The fleet had stopped, the invasion averted by others within the ranks of Earth's army of superheroes.

Dr. Mid-Nite looked up at his reflection in the emerald glass-like roof of the medical bay. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was thirty-one years old. But he looked at least eighty.

"Wha-What happened…to me?", he asked through labored breaths. An emerald oxygen mask winded down from the roof and affixed itself onto Mid-Nite's mouth. His breathing relaxed.

Wildcat remained looking out into space. "I'll let D.I.N.A.H. field that one."

The female voice began. "SENSORS INDICATE THAT THE SPHERICAL DEVICE THAT HAS CHANGED YOU BOTH CONTAINED TEMPORAL RADIATION NOT UNLIKE THAT USED BY THE ORIGINAL KHUNDIAN WEAPON THAT REGRESSED THE KHUNDS INTO THEIR INFANT STATES. THE DEVICE WAS ORIGINALLY PROPERTY OF ONE OF THE KHUNDIAN PRISONERS, BUT WAS PURLOINED BY DR. MID-NITE. IT WAS INADVERTENTLY DETONATED IN YOUR STRUGGLE, RETURNING WILDCAT SLIGHTLY YOUNGER THAN HE WAS BEFORE EXTANT'S ATTACK, AND ADVANCING DR. MID-NITE TO HIS CURRENT APPROXIMATE AGE OF EIGHTY-FOUR."

"Don't call him that," said Wildcat vehemently. "Call him anything but that. He isn't fit to lick Charlie's boots."

"ACKNOWLEDGED," replied D.I.N.A.H.

"You mean…", said the imposter, "Charles…McNider? Heh…If you…only knew…"

He now had Wildcat's complete attention. "You knew him? How? I can't imagine him having anything to do with you…You're a murderer."

"Maybe…so," replied the imposter, "But I know things about him that…you'll never know. He's taught me much, he has…Yes…an excellent teacher…"

"You're talking as if he's still alive…", said Wildcat. His spine was beginning to tingle.

"That," the imposter said, "Is something…you'll never know."

With those words, the man calling himself Dr. Mid-Nite erupted in flames, a white light given off as he emitted an intense burst of heat. Part of the medical bay's wall shot out and enveloped Mid-Nite before any heat and flame could reach Wildcat, but within seconds it was all over. Wildcat peered inside the emerald sphere, and saw nothing but ashes. He would get no more answers from this man.

But somewhere, someone knew something. Was Charles McNider alive? Or was this man simply playing head games? He had obviously known enough about Charles to duplicate a large part of Mid-Nite's arsenal. But why had he come aboard the Higher Authority?

Wildcat hated mysteries. But he knew whom to contact when one came up.

"D.I.N.A.H., get me the JLA Watchtower. Now."

---

Deep Space

"'Ey! Watch it, man! Just cuz oim small doesn't mean ya can walk all ovah me!"

Mikaal Tomas gingerly sidestepped from where the darkling imp named Smudge stood on the walkway of the starship. The creature was small, and in the shadows of the ship, seemed to disappear entirely. He didn't like the creature, but had to admit if it wasn't for him, he and the rest of the crew of the ship would still be voyaging on to the stars searching for Will Payton, formerly known as Starman. Mikaal, the blue-skinned alien Starman of the 1970's, had agreed to travel into space with Jack Knight, the current wearer of the Starman mantle, to search for the brother of Jack's fiancee Jayne Sadie Payton. They had traveled far and encountered much with the aid of a Mother Box-created holographic representation of Jack's father Ted, the original Starman. Now though, they had been told by Smudge, an agent of Jack's friend the Shade, that it was time to come home.

Mikaal entered the ship's bridge, where 'Ted' and Jack were looking at holograms of various starcharts. Mikaal walked up to the two, and listened in on the conversation.

"We're a long ways from home, Jack," said Ted. "We traveled a lot of the initial distance through timewarps and wormholes that we were lucky to survive navigating through. The odds of getting back anytime soon, even with the Boom Tube technology, might take us several weeks, if not a couple of months."

Jack rubbed his chin absently, forgetting momentarily that he had shaved his goatee off long ago. "That's not good enough, Ted. We have to get back sooner. I need to see Sadie as soon as possible. Isn't there anyway we can make this go faster?"

"Jack," said Mikaal, "Don't blame Ted for this. He's trying his best. He's a Mother Box, for crying out loud. If there was a way, I'm sure he would have told us."

"I believe the proper term would be 'Father Box', but why quibble?", replied Ted with a smile.

. "I'm just frustrated that this trip was a waste of time," replied Jack. "We could have waited a few months and had Will come right back to us without lifting a finger."

"But," said Ted, "We should be glad he is back, and safe and sound. In that regard, I don't consider this trip a waste. Better to have tried, than never tried at all."

"You're sounding more and more like my father everyday," said Jack. "Soon you're going to be telling me what music to listen to." He smiled at Ted and Mikaal. "Aw, you're right. He's safe and that's all that matters. We might as well enjoy the rest of the trip."

"Not that anyone thought ta ask me," chimed Smudge from the floor, "But oi have a way ta get us back. It'll be dangerous and tricky, though." He puffed at his shadow cigar, blowing shadow-like O-rings into the air.

"How's that?," asked Jack, his complete attention now on the diminutive darkling.

"We could travel troo da Shadow Dimension where his holiness da Shade gets gets his power from. It's where oi was made from, too. How do ya tink oi got ta dis ship?" Smudge gave a look of superior smugness to the three men.

"Dangerous, how?", asked Mikaal.

"Well, entering the dimension may screw up yer perceptions of reality," replied Smudge. "Jacky-boy and Mikey there have seen da Shade's shadow demons at work. Dis place is where dey come from. But if we make it, we'll be home before ya know it."

"Hmmm," said Ted. "I could amp up the cosmic energy we have stored in the batteries to make a field of repulsion that could protect us from any intruders for a short while. It wouldn't be forever, though, as in that dimension, we would have no source of cosmic energy to replenish our stores."

"Well," said Jack, "Make the calculations. Smudge, tell us everything we need to know to survive there if we run out of power. With Mikaal's cosmic powerstone and Ted's abilities with the Mother Box, as well as my cosmic rod's limited power, we should be able to fend for ourselves in the event of the ship not getting us through. Are we in agreement?"

Everyone nodded. Preparations were made, and before long, Jack Knight, Mikaal Tomas, Ted and Smudge were dressed for battle and ready for anything. Smudge concentrated, and a portal opened in space in front of the starship. It loomed larger and larger, until it enveloped the ship in darkness; the running lights the only source of illumination. Finally, the portal closed.

And the men found themselves in a universe of darkness.

---

Elsewhere

"The Anti-Monitor?? Are you serious??"

Sentinel and Flash both looked at each other as they realized they had spoken the same words simultaneously. They had both fought against the Monitor during the Crisis, and knew first hand the power he wielded. It was especially personal for Flash, as his successor, Barry Allen, had died at the hands of the power mad Monitor.

"Very," replied Fate. "The universe had thought him but a memory, but after the events of the Crisis, his spirit was not vanquished. His physical body died, but his soul was cast to the depths of Hell. After the effects of the Crisis, his essence was imprisoned within Hell's lowest, darkest depths. He was in hell before Lucifer, Neron, Blaze, Satanus or any of the other lords of hell were even a conception in God's eye. He has waited untold years to gain his revenge. Now, he has chosen to strike."

"Wait," said Obsidian. "There was no Hell before Lucifer was cast down, right? It wasn't a concept until rebellion in Heaven made it necessary to cast Lucifer and his cronies down. How could the Monitor have been in Hell before it was created?"

"Simple," said the Spectre. "Hell existed originally for the purpose of containing the Monitor. The Lord knew what evil had occurred when the Monitor had run his course before, and so had taken it upon Himself to contain the Monitor's spirit after his death at the end of time. Lucifer and the rest were just the first tenants of Hell after they rebelled. The Monitor was imprisoned so far down in Hell, however, that he never knew of the existence of others until just recently, thanks to the event you call Zero Hour, the Crisis in Time. Due to the effects of that event, the Monitor was freed from his prison, albeit greatly weakened. It took time, but he eventually found his way to the upper levels of Hell. It was there he met an ally."

"Lucifer?", asked Hourman.

"No," replied Fate. "The demonlord you have come to know as Neron."

"Those two," said Hippolyta, "Will not succeed in their mad scheme. I owe Neron for his slaying of my daughter and his and the Monitor's savage corruption of Diana's body*. The Monitor and I have an understanding that I have a need to address as well. They will fall."

(* Diana was killed by Neron in DC's Wonder Woman #325 [Where she was resurrected as the Olympian Goddess of Truth in WW #327], and was perversely used by Neron and the Monitor in FDC's WW #334-338. Hippolyta had a run-in with the Monitor during the Crisis…but that's a tale for another day. - Recap Mike )

"Shouldn't we call in everyone else on this? Like, the JLA? Hell, I'd even go for Young Justice right now," said Obsidian. "We're talking about taking on two guys that required the entire superhuman community to take down, and even then they didn't stop them entirely."

"Have faith," said Fate. "Your purpose in this battle is pivotal. The Justice Society is necessary. Nabu has picked you all as the only ones he can entirely trust to play their part. Have faith in his wisdom."

"All right, then," said Hourman. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. We should talk strategy, then have Fate take us to the lion's den. The longer we wait, the more demon hordes we'll have on our tails."

"Good idea, Hourman," said Sentinel. "Well, Fate? Spectre? What now?"

"Now, we follow your chairman's advice," replied Fate. "I will take us to the lair of the Monitor and Neron in Hell. It will be the task of myself, Hippolyta, Flash and Hourman to free Nabu from his prison. The Spectre, Sentinel and Obsidian will handle Neron and the Monitor. Our mission is not to vanquish the two, but to free Nabu at all costs. Only then can we go to the next level."

"Why can't we try to take them on once and for all?," asked Obsidian. "If we surprise them, we maybe will be able to stop them."

"If the opportunity presents itself," said the Spectre, "I will take it, have no worry. But Fate is correct. Nabu is needed. The threat the Monitor is now is nothing compared to what he will be. Nabu is the priority. Only with his knowledge can the true threat be stopped."

"What's the true threat?", demanded Hippolyta. She was tiring of these explanations.

"I cannot go into detail now, replied Fate. "Suffice to say that it involves the fate of two universes."

"One last question," said Hourman. "How will we find Nabu?"

"I will lead us to him. Once there, we will split off into our teams," replied Fate.

"And how will we find Neron and the Monitor?", asked Obsidian.

"Have no worry on that front," replied the Spectre. "They will find us."

"Enough talk!", exclaimed Hippolyta. "Let us take our leave of this place, and take the battle straight to the demons themselves!" She swung her war axe as she spoke.

"Very well," said Fate. "Justice Society, we go now to begin the fight to save all of reality!"

His hands emanated brilliant white light that surrounded and permeated all present. In an instant, they were gone on their way to Hell, and the beginning of the fight to save existence.

---

Hell

"I want her dead, Neron. I want her to suffer as no one has suffered before."

The Anti-Monitor paced back and forth impatiently on the skull-laden walkway. The walkway overlooked a river of fire that every few seconds produced a scream as an unwary soul was drowned in it, only to be brought back again to repeat the cycle. He had suffered his worst defeat since his death at the hands of Earth's defenders, and his subsequent imprisonment at the dawn of time within what became known as Hell. He had impregnated the Amazon Princess called Wonder Woman due to his manipulations of magic and anti-matter, in the hopes that her superhuman body with its Olympian magicks within, could gestate a host body for him. His plan had only partially succeeded. Diana had given an accelerated at the JLA Watchtower, but when he had tried to inhabit the infant body, the Olympian God of War Ares had intervened, forbidding his access to the child. Ares instead had spirited the child away for his own purposes. Unknown to the Monitor, Neron had struck a bargain with Ares in exchange for the child. Now, the shock of being forced back to Hell had severely weakened the Anti-Monitor. He bided his time.

He still had other plans available to him, though. He had the Lord of Order imprisoned within Hell, whose power he could tap into when needed. Such a time was now, as he desperately needed to get his strength up to speed if he was to have any hopes of continuing with his plan. Another universe had been revealed to him, and he needed all the advantages he could muster if he was to rule both.

"I think," replied Neron, "That we should let things lie for now. The Olympian Gods are not a force to be trifled with. You have met Ares and lived, but its only a matter of time until Zeus and possibly Hades come into the picture. The Gods have plans for Diana, that much is certain. Until those plans reveal themselves, we must bide our time. I am working on other ways to gain you access to a host body, but it will take patience. Any other spirit would be simple to resurrect, but your spirit contains power and evil enough that a proper vessel must be found. Diana was capable of producing such a body, but we must pursue other avenues, now."*

(* See Current issues of FDC's Wonder Woman…by yours truly! - Pluggin' Away Mike)

Suddenly, Neron stood up, an expression of alertness on his face.

"What is it?," demanded the apparition known as the Anti-Monitor. "What's wrong, Neron?"

Neron smiled wolfishly. "We have company."

---

"Let's go people! Before they have a chance to coordinate a response!," ordered Hourman. At those words the members of the Justice Society split up: Sentinel, Obsidian and the Spectre one way, Hourman, Hippolyta, Flash and Fate another. Hourman looked up at Fate, who was floating at a good pace in front of him, leading his squad.

"Follow me," said Fate. "I can sense Nabu's essence. We must hurry."

Hourman and the rest followed Fate down a series of underground caverns, winding their way further and further down into the bowels of Hell. Hourman was trying valiantly to keep his mind on what lay ahead, but once in a while he found his attention drawn to the very walls he ran by, walls that seemed to be constructed of weeping souls crying for another chance.

Finally, the assembled members of Hourman's team came across a large door. Actually, it was closer to a slab of rock than an actual door. Hourman estimated its height at about fifty feet high, and thirty feet across.

"So how do we move this thing?", asked Flash.

"Let me try," asked Hourman. He walked up to the slab, and concentrated. He felt the rush of the Miraclo-induced strength that was now internally generated by his body. He embedded his fingers into the stone, getting a firm handhold. The stone was surprisingly brittle. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the large stone…and found it gave almost no resistance whatsoever. He could feel the weight of the rock, but to his strength, it was like moving a large cardboard box. Everyone backed away, and he threw the rock against the far cavern wall.

"Been eating your Wheaties, Rick?", asked Flash with a smile.

"I-I guess," replied Hourman. Ever since he had been attacked by Extant, he was finding new powers. Now he was finding improvements on old ones.

"Look out!," said Hippolyta with concern on her voice. "We've been expected!"

Suddenly a burst of light shot out at the team, scattering them as they moved to dodge it. Hourman leaped the entire fifty feet of the door in the air, and landed off to the side. Flash had been gone in an eyeblink, taking Hippolyta with him. Fate simply floated silently.

Inside the chamber was a sphere of energy which appeared to be containing a blob of purplish energy that pulsed and writhed as if trying to escape.

"Nabu," said Fate.

Hourman looked down from the imprisoned Lord of Order to see a horde of demons waiting to attack the team. They were holding off though, at the orders of another. A humanoid figure dressed in bone armor rode a beast with a lance in his hand. Hourman wasn't sure who it was, but he got the impression the others did.

"You," said Hippolyta. Her war axe was raised, a look of murderous rage on her face.

"Me," replied the Anti-Monitor. He was smiling now, despite how close the team had gotten to his prisoner. Then, with a wave of his arm, the demons poured forth, jaws snapping and claws reaching for the assembled team.

The battle was joined.

---

"You realize that you cannot win," said Neron. He had drawn himself up to the size of a giant, with the Justice Society as irksome bugs in need of swatting. Sentinel knocked Neron down with an emerald fist of flame, sending the demonlord onto ground unceremoniously. "You'll wish you had taken me up on my offer before, Sentinel," he said icily.

Nothing was said, as the Spectre continued the attack. He fired bursts of eldritch energy at the demonlord, keeping him off balance. Then, the Spectre increased his size to that of Neron, and began raining blows upon him.

Obsidian looked on worriedly. He had yet to join the battle, and thought that maybe he wouldn't have to. His shadow power wasn't quite in the class of his father's or the Spectre. He stood ready as back up, though. If there was one thing Neron was, it was tricky.

As Obsidian finished that thought, the Spectre was thrown off Neron by a blast of hellfire from Neron's eyes. The Spectre looked visibly shaken from the effects.

"Spectre," asked Obsidian. "Are you all right?" If the Spectre was down, it was a matter of time before the rest of them were, as well.

"I...am not used to the full extent of the power given me," said the Spectre. "Give me a second, Todd. I'll be all right. Don't give him an opening!"

Obsidian was momentarily taken by the familiarity with which the Spectre had just spoken to him. Had he known the Spectre's current host before? A mystery for another time.

Sentinel was fighting toe to toe with Neron, now, his green flame acting as a suit of armor protecting him from Neron's power. The fight was stalemated, until Neron grabbed Sentinel and threw him into a pit of molten rock, swallowing him whole.

"Dad!", screamed Obsidian. Neron laughed at the cries of a son seeing his father possibly die. Obsidian flew at Neron, his shadow form expanding, until it encompassed a size equal to Neron's stature. "Now let's see what scares you, Neron."

Out of Obsidian's shadow form came hundreds of snake-like shadow demons, all reaching out to attack Neron. They bit and ripped at his form, until the demonlord began to scream in agony.

"No! This can't be! You...you possess the ShadowTalent! How did you come by this? It's impossible!", screamed Neron. He had lost before, but rarely in his own lair. Out of desperation, he fired a blind bolt of eldritch energy at Obsidian. His shadow form momentarily winked out, then came back. But a light began to form within Obsidian's form. It grew brighter and brighter, until…

…A starship of an odd design came flying out of Obsidian, its hull damaged considerably. It erupted out, and slammed into Neron, knocking him over into a pool of lava. The ship then skidded to a halt on the ground.

Obsidian shrunk his shadow form back to his human size, and recalled his shadow demons back from where they came. He approached the ship, not sure what to expect…but ready for anything.

Except this.

The hull hatch opened, and out came a glowing man who looked like Ted Knight, the original Starman. Behind him, were a blue-skinned man and another man…wielding what was obviously a Cosmic Rod.

"Jack Knight!," exclaimed Obsidian.

Jack looked at his surroundings, then looked at Mikaal and Ted. "I told you we should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque."

---

Next Issue: The conclusion to 'Evil Reborn', as we see the tapestry of the Anti-Monitor's true plans…and someone dies! 'Nuff said!

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Mike Hintze
12/09/2000