"Why has the Dark Dimension become so barren!? Why is its energy so thin?"
Dormammu muttered as though the sky had fallen.
How much time, effort, and scheming had he spent to obtain the Dark Dimension as it was today?
Every wisp of energy within it had been gained through his painstaking devouring of Earth and other dimensions.
But now, everything was gone.
In the blink of an eye.
The Dark Dimension seemed to have returned overnight to how it had been when he had first become its Dimension Lord.
"Why did this happen? Why did this happen?"
Dormammu repeated it over and over.
Leon watched with great interest from the side. Dormammu now looked exactly like one of those investors trapped after a stock market crash.
His mind was filled with the despair of bankruptcy, and he only wanted to find someone to go down with him.
"Was it you! Sorcerer Supreme, was this your doing!" Dormammu glared furiously at Leon, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
Leon spread his hands. "Look around. Are your brothers-in-arms still here?"
"What brothers-in-arms?" Dormammu turned to look and found that, in the endless space, only he and Leon remained.
But he quickly thought of Mephisto and the others, who had prior form.
"Those Hell Lords? You drove them away already? How long was I unconscious?" Dormammu felt as though a lifetime had passed.
"You've been lying here with me for several months. It was only a few days ago that the curse and poisoning symptoms in your body gradually disappeared."
Leon was not lying.
He had simply chosen to leave certain things unsaid.
He did not mention that Mephisto and the others had also been unconscious for several months.
Dormammu immediately roared, "Bastards! Those Hell scum, those dimensional villains! Since