"Let's cooperate, Dormammu," Ancient One said calmly.
Dormammu seemed to have heard some absurd joke of cosmic proportions. Ancient One, who had stolen his power like a thief and thrown a curse into his mouth, was now saying she wanted to cooperate with him.
"Hahahaha... I've heard this kind of plea for mercy many times from those who borrowed my power to act clever before me, but never once has it amused me this much." Dormammu's mocking, thunderous voice was like collapsing mountains and raging seas, blasting through the space like a gale.
"And you have been praying for my death, wishing that He-El would be capable of lifting your curse?" Ancient One faced Dormammu's mockery without the slightest concern.
"You, Dormammu, do not seem like someone so naïve and foolish."
Dormammu's laughter stopped abruptly. He fell silent.
He truly could not guarantee that He-El could remove his curse. Whether He-El was willing to remove it was one matter; whether he could remove it was another; whether it was even possible to remove it was yet another.
Even with his knowledge and power as the ruler of the Dark Dimension, he had no way to deal with this curse. Could He-El really solve it?
Even Dormammu thought it was unlikely.
He-El himself had been cursed by someone else—Dormammu could see that much—but strangely, the curse had become the source within his body.
Dormammu had no idea whether it could be removed.
But he believed He-El would know.
"I cannot solve your curse either, but if we cooperate, I can delay it." Ancient One smiled calmly.
She had often stayed in contact with Odin and had obtained information from him regarding the curse.
Neither Ancient One nor Odin was ordinary. Though neither had found a way to completely solve the curse,