"Dormammu, transfer He-El and the curse to the Dark Dimension!"
A ghostly soul figure emerged from the shaft of Gungnir, flashing into view and revealing Ancient One's stern face.
Ancient One's figure was faint and translucent, her body slender, still clad in yellow sorcerer's robes. Her expression was grave as she shouted.
Then two more spectral figures appeared. One was pure darkness, as though formed from thick ink—the ruler of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu.
The other radiated boundless light. He had one eye, a long white beard, an eagle-winged helmet, and golden armor. Glowering with majesty, he was Odin, the former King of the Gods.
"I don't need you to order me around!" Dormammu's ink-like face darkened with cold fury as he roared back. Yet his movements were swift. The liquid formed by his ink-black hands constructed a passage to the Dark Dimension, intending to send He-El and the curse emanating from him into the Dark Dimension.
Once they were sent into the Dark Dimension, Dormammu intended to abandon it as well, letting the Dark Dimension seal He-El and his curse with all its power. Only then could he survive.
Otherwise, if he still clung to the Dark Dimension, he would be devoured by He-El's curse along with it.
There was only one way: use the Dark Dimension to seal He-El and his curse.
"You may use the Dark Dimension to seal his curse, but his body must remain." Seeing Dormammu intending to seal both He-El's body and the curse inside the Dark Dimension, Dark Dimension Overlord He-El spoke from the sky with cold disdain.
The Clone He-Els from countless Parallel Universes knew all too well how troublesome the cosmic-level curse on He-El's body was. There was only a slim chance of breaking free from it, controlling it, using it,