Nightmare stared at the Star Rod on the floor. It levitated upward, with Nightmare’s hands around it, but was careful enough not to touch it. It was the only weapon that could hurt and destroy him like it did before. Without it, Nightmare was immortal.
Nightmare: “Yes…it’s mine. The Star Rod is mine!” He cackled away as if he wouldn’t have a chance to laugh again. This was the first time Nightmare was truly happy. The laugh died down to silence, then he looked back to Dark.
“Oh. I assume you want to be paid for the Star Rod, Dark?”