Tony watched the trembling Dormammu, tucked the books into his storage space, and stepped forward to help him up with a friendly smile.
"Oh, my dear sheep... oh no, my dear friend, don't be afraid. You're free now."
Dormammu couldn't stop his tears of excitement and hurriedly nodded. "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!"
Whatever else had happened, he had finally survived.
Tony smiled brightly. "What are you thanking me for? You've given me such a wonderful gift. You're free now. You can go wherever you like."
Dormammu thanked him again. "Thank you, Your Highness. I won't offend your eyes with my presence any longer. I'll leave right away!"
"Mm-hmm, off you go."
Dormammu wiped away his tears, hurriedly cast a flight spell, and fled deeper into the Dark Dimension.
Joy showed on his face. Although this whole affair had been awful, it was finally over, and he had managed to save his own skin.
A new life had begun.
Dormammu's face shone with a smile full of hope.
Behind him, an enormous dark-red hand suddenly appeared, seized him, and crushed him in an instant.
Tony absorbed the Power Stone again. As he felt the substantial increase in the magic within him, a pitch-black gleam flashed through his eyes.
"That's Dormammu for you. He still had a solid foundation."
What? Let Dormammu go?
He was the Dark Ruler. Wasn't breaking his word standard practice?
Tony glanced at the Dark Dimension as it underwent its transformation, smiled, and opened a portal back to Blue Planet.
In the days ahead, the Generals would have work to do.
Outside the dimensions.
The projections of numerous Dimension Lords gathered together. Watching the powerful spatial energy recede, they felt the dread of seeing one of their own fall.
"It's over. Dormammu's dead."
"No