The problem was that Dormammu's body had already been pulled out of the Dark Dimension.
If Zhang Yang wanted to—or if The Ancient One did—
Dormammu could die in Kamar-Taj at any moment.
And Dormammu was not the only one walking on eggshells. Kaecilius felt the same way.
After all, Dormammu had fallen.
If The Ancient One learned that Kaecilius had sided with the forces of darkness, she would certainly exile him to the Other-Dimensional Space.
What kind of place was the Other-Dimensional Space?
Kaecilius knew all too well.
It was a chaotic place.
Nearly every terrifying power and evil beast in the Multiverse was concentrated there.
If Kaecilius went there, death would be his only fate.
At the thought,
panic surged through Kaecilius. He did not want to die. He wanted to live!
Kaecilius hurried forward and said to The Ancient One, "Sorcerer Supreme, Dormammu has killed so many of our mages. We should eliminate such an evil force as soon as possible!"
Dormammu had not even had a chance to speak when Kaecilius said it.
Once Kaecilius finished, Dormammu turned his malevolent gaze on him.
Dormammu already looked strange, and his entire body was wreathed in flames.
So his expression was hard to read.
He simply stared at Kaecilius.
And kept staring.
The Ancient One smiled inwardly, though her face remained impassive. "That decision should be left to the Genius Mage."
Her approach was simple.
She would watch.
Besides, Zhang Yang was now the one in charge of Kamar-Taj.
By rights, The Ancient One should not interfere.
For some reason,
watching Dormammu's own follower sell him out was rather entertaining.
That was what The Ancient One thought.
By then, every mage's gaze had shifted to Zhang Yang.
What the mages felt toward Zhang Yang now was, above all,