When Casillas said this, his expression was filled with fanatical devotion to darkness and absolute resolve.
His superb acting and vivid body language instantly won Dormammu over.
This left Dormammu feeling somewhat gratified. He was glad that, after Casillas's first failure, he had chosen not to reclaim Casillas's soul, but had instead continued corrupting him with darkness.
Sure enough.
Effort always paid off.
As Dormammu hurried toward the little blue planet, he sighed with emotion and told Casillas that once this matter succeeded, Casillas would become a powerful demon god of the Dark Dimension. Casillas would even be allowed to choose one or two of the laws within the Dark Dimension.
Casillas naturally expressed his gratitude again and again.
At the same time, while Casillas was acting, Mordo was acting as well.
Inside the ruined New York Sanctum.
Mordo watched Doctor Strange Stephen, who had donned the Cloak of Levitation and inherited Kamar-Taj's ring, deliver an equally masterful performance. "You're right. She isn't the person I thought she was."
Ever since the Sorcerer Supreme had refused to reverse time and resurrect his annihilated people, Mordo had known that the Sorcerer Supreme had changed. "The Dark Dimension is an unstable place filled with countless dangers. She has been devoured by darkness and evil, disguising darkness and evil as light."
Stephen raised an eyebrow without revealing anything.
He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but for the moment, he had no solid evidence.
However...
No matter how well Mordo hid it, and no matter how sorrowful and bewildered his expression and tone were, they still could not explain the key information revealed in those words.
Beneath that sorrow and bewilderment, did there seem to be a tiny bit of well-hidden happiness?
Was it just my imagination?
Stephen had originally wanted to ask