The Meaning of the Time Variance Authority's Existence

Darkness. Boundless darkness.

This was the eternal, unchanging hue of the Dark Dimension.

Originally, Dormammu's body had been slowly reforming within this dimension he had created. His shattered energy core pulsed like a heart, each throb drawing more dark matter into it. The wounds he had suffered when that damned Giant of Light blasted him apart and drove his will out of Earth's dimension were healing.

And yet, Ian had not waited for him to recover before barging straight in. The move had truly caught Dormammu off guard. He had never imagined this man would dare be so bold.

Besides, He had clearly already sealed the entrance to the dimension!

How could the other party still force his way in?!

"No!!"

Dormammu's existence, formed of pure darkness, trembled violently. He saw a ray of light, but it was not ordinary light. It was something older, something more fundamental. That radiance showed two extremes: one a pure white so clean it was almost blinding, the other a deep black that devoured everything.

The two kinds of light intertwined, tearing open the boundary of the Dark Dimension.

Then, That terrifying man stepped inside.

"It's the authority of Hell. The authority of Hell opened my dimension—but how can you—how can you merge the powers of Hell and Heaven so perfectly?"

Dormammu's voice shook uncontrollably. He had existed for thousands of years, conquered countless dimensions, devoured countless civilizations, but he had never felt an aura this strange.

As if one person possessed the sources of both angels and demons.

Ian did not answer. He merely lowered his head and glanced at the ground beneath his feet—right there was the location of Dormammu's energy core, a violently pulsing mass of condensed darkness. His body was reforming at a speed visible to the naked eye, but