Among the Dimension Lords.
Nightmare, Dormammu, Slaanesh, Surtur, and the others were secretly talking.
"What do we do now?"
"It's my fault. If I'd been more careful, Thanos's Avatar wouldn't have died."
"Forget the Avatar. His true body is probably gone too."
"Judging by the Celestials' attitude, they don't intend to tell us how to survive."
"Right. They seem to want us to die with the Multiverse."
"Let's find a chance to seize the Celestials, then force them to tell us how to leave this Multiverse."
Clearly, the Dimension Lords were no fools.
When the Celestials kept refusing their request, they naturally began considering other options.
As for the conditions the Celestials had offered, they probably had no intention of honoring them.
Above them, Kelan thought for a moment. Seeing that the Dimension Lords still insisted on leaving the Multiverse, he decided to strike first.
But at that critical moment, a Space Rift suddenly appeared.
A black head the size of a barrel was thrown out of it.
Clang, clang, clang...
After a series of metallic impacts, the black head rolled to face Kelan.
His eyes narrowed.
He recognized it as one of the subordinates he had sent to hunt down Thanos.
He had never expected someone to throw the head back.
The other Dimension Lords quickly noticed too. They fell silent and began readying themselves for a fight.
They had not refrained from resisting the Celestials because they were eager to cooperate.
They had assumed Thanos was dead. Without him as a vessel to seal Below All, their only option was to seek a way to survive through the Celestials.
Besides, no one wanted to make the first move, so the standoff had continued.
Now that someone else had stepped forward, they were more than happy to see it.