As the Dark Octopus indulged in its fantasies, it suddenly sensed a terrifying presence descend.
Reaching out with its psychic power, it discovered that the purple monster had appeared again.
Every one of its tentacles trembled.
But the next moment, it steadied itself, summoned its courage, and sent out a psychic message.
"Great master, you've finally returned! Your favorite little octopus missed you so terribly."
That was right.
The moment it sensed the gap between them, all its fantasies vanished, and it instantly became a groveling sycophant.
The slightest hesitation might cost it its life.
Thanos ignored it. He spread his psychic power, probing everything around him.
But the Dark Dimension was as it had always been: a sea of darkness containing nothing but dark monsters and Dark Energy.
It seemed this dimension held nothing but darkness upon darkness.
Infinity's arrival did not seem to have affected it at all.
But now that Thanos understood the universe was a different kind of life-form, he no longer found that puzzling.
The Dark Dimension was like a madman, obsessive and deranged. That was why it had become this way.
A normal dimension would nurture life, gain Origin Power, and grow stronger. That was the logical path.
As for the Dark Dimension, devouring universes was its only way to grow stronger.
Whether the Dark Dimension was mad had little to do with Thanos. What he wanted were the clues Dormammu and the others had left behind when they departed.
He liked having a backup plan.
He couldn't put all his eggs in one basket.
What if that other system crushed his own?
He still needed to find another way out.
He reached out and seized the Dark Octopus as it tried to flee.
"You're coming with me this time."
At the very least,