By now, many people knew about Kamar-Taj. It had become a sacred place, with crowds arriving every day, hoping for a chance to learn magic.
It was precisely because of these people that the Ancient One learned about the major events happening in the outside world—and discovered right away that the special dimensional space he had found was the Warp.
Otherwise, he would probably still be struggling through his research, and it might have taken him a long time to realize that this thing was the Warp.
Some people had already joined Kamar-Taj. After all, there were people among them who were well suited to learning magic—genuine magical prodigies. There were billions of people in the world; surely a few of them had to be magical geniuses. Besides, magic in their world wasn't like the supernatural powers in works of fiction, which had to be released using one's own internal energy.
It worked through borrowing.
If no one had come, that would've been fine. But now that they were here, eager to learn magic and blessed with talent, how could he let them go?
"Dormammu, you might be finished!"
The Ancient One shook his head and continued studying the setting in his hands. The Warp was the most chaotic, darkest super-cesspit on the other side of the universe—and a special dimension capable of enveloping an entire universe. The Ancient One thought that Dormammu's Dark Dimension might one day be devoured by the Warp, and the ancient dark sorcerer and dimensional demon god might meet a truly miserable end.
After all, though Dormammu was a dark god, he still possessed his own reason at heart. Essentially, he was an ordinary creature with a normal mind who had simply grown tremendously powerful because of the Dark Dimension.
Once his Dark Dimension was