Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Dormammu lay amid the rubble, staring blankly at Hell's sky, which his own Dark Dimension had tainted, and began to question reality.
The vivid memories in his mind told Dormammu that he had just been sent flying by a beam fired from a little human girl's mouth.
But neither emotionally nor rationally could Dormammu accept it!
She was an opponent Mephisto feared, so Dormammu had imagined that Arale might block his attacks and even have room to fight back...
But he had never imagined that she would not only fight back, but leave him utterly helpless when she did!
After carefully examining himself, Dormammu found no signs that anyone had tampered with him. No matter how unbelievable it was, he had to accept that the little girl named Arale had easily defeated him.
No wonder Mephisto wanted my help!
Dormammu hated that scheming old bastard Mephisto so much his teeth ached.
But as things stood, if Dormammu failed to help Mephisto deal with Arale, he would not only have to return the power from that earlier avatar, but repay it twofold. On top of that, he would have to grant Mephisto limited access to his Dark Dimension.
"Damn you, Mephisto!"
Though Dormammu was loath to part with that power, he could grit his teeth and accept it. But he absolutely could not grant access to his dimension.
Even if it was only the most basic level of access, a scheming old bastard like Mephisto might gradually infiltrate the entire dimension once he had even the slightest foothold.
Dormammu now suspected that Mephisto's true objective was that access, which he could then use to seize his Dark Dimension.
In fact, he was half right. Mephisto's true objective was indeed that access,