"Wow, Homelander clearly hadn't been having a pleasant time during the days he was missing. Steve, what do you think? Did that line meet your moral standards?"
Steve Rogers smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"At a moment like this, Tony, I think that line works better than any speech."
Inside the Dark Dimension.
Dormammu was indeed stunned.
He had devoured countless worlds and seen the guardians of countless civilizations.
Some had knelt and begged for mercy, some had faced death generously, and some had tried to reason with him.
But someone who opened by warmly asking after his mother was absolutely a first.
And it hurt him the most.
Because his so-called mother had died by his own hand.
Dormammu had been born into a pure energy race called the Faltine. They had no physical bodies and reproduced by gathering and splitting energy.
And he had been born from Sinifer, the strongest energy being among their kind.
But Dormammu had been an anomaly among the Faltine, because he possessed an extreme craving for material forms.
To the Faltine, such desire was evil and corrupt.
Yet in pursuit of greater power and a physical form, he had absorbed and killed the mother who had given birth to him, Sinifer.
That act of killing his own kin had brought the pursuit of the entire Faltine race upon him.
Forced to flee his original dimension, he had drifted into the Dark Dimension.
Afterward, relying on his formidable Faltine magic, he had conquered that place and gradually become the unrivaled king of the Dark Dimension.
But the price had been equally painful.
Because he had forcibly absorbed Sinifer's power, the immense agony of his mother's death had also been carved into the depths of his soul along with that energy.
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