According to the information Satan had left behind, the Dimension Lords and Gods had left the coordinates of their departure in the trading plane.
That was so any Dimension Lords or Gods who had missed the message could find them.
They were uncertain about their own futures, after all. The more who joined them, the stronger they would be.
The Hell Lords had stopped time when they left to keep their subordinates from noticing. The enormous shadows were their true bodies, along with the resources they had taken.
By now, every precious resource in the Hell Dimension had been carried away. Only ordinary resources remained.
But that brought Thanos back to his original problem: he had no idea where the trading plane was.
Fortunately, Satan had left him the coordinates of the Dark Dimension—and thus of Dormammu.
Thanos did not know why Satan had left those coordinates, but he doubted the reason was benevolent.
So once his Avatar returned, he sent a new one to the Dark Dimension.
The Dark Dimension now looked something like a world at its end.
Throughout the darkness, space lay fractured everywhere, like a field of bombs that could go off at any moment.
Whenever space shattered, it took everything in a vast area with it.
That included the lives of the Dark Dimension's inhabitants.
Those barely thinking dark creatures had no sense of danger. They simply wandered without aim.
And the Space Rifts swallowed them in droves.
The sight reminded Thanos of the Chaos Current.
"What did Dormammu take when he left? How did the Dark Dimension end up like this?"
Thanos shook his head. He did not dwell on it and instead searched with all his might for any trace Dormammu might have left behind.
Ideally, Dormammu would have left coordinates like