Put Aside Your Pride! Embrace Opportunity!

Dormammu's flames suddenly surged, and the entire Dark Dimension trembled with the fluctuations of his emotions. If Zarathos's true goal was not to be imprisoned at the End of Time, but to use pruning as a means of entering that place, then the End of Time might be hiding secrets even the Time Variance Authority did not understand.

And that secret...

Dormammu felt it was very likely connected to a legend that had long circulated throughout the multiverse. To Ian, this was a world that had restarted out of nowhere, but to beings like them, the ones who had been restarted, it was entirely different.

That completed past...

Was the history in their memories.

Perhaps, from a broader, higher-dimensional perspective, these histories were nothing more than "background" settings. But in the eyes of "restarted beings" like Dormammu, they were true history.

Because of that...

Dormammu thought of the legends in history. He abruptly rose, and the throne formed of pure energy behind him turned into countless dancing sparks of dark shadow. His vast flaming form tore through dimensional space, and with one step, he arrived at the place where he had treasured knowledge for endless ages—the Abyssal Memory Corridor.

This was not a palace in the material sense, but a superposed domain formed of pure information, memories, and forbidden knowledge plundered or glimpsed from every corner of the universe.

Countless scrolls flickering with ghostly light hovered in the void, each one sealing a secret powerful enough to collapse a mortal universe. Rivers of data flowed through them, recording the changes of the multiverse, and there were also things sealed inside crystal skulls, as if they carried whispers from the dawn of the universe.

"Where is it? Where is it? I remember seeing a similar legend."

Dormammu's flaming tendrils swept across