This Pocket Dimension was truly desolate. It was empty, with nothing but a bed and a dressing table. Elemental Creatures did have some advantages: they did not need to eat, and as long as they had energy, they could live forever.
The problem was that if they were imprisoned, it was an ordeal with almost no end.
Dormammu's family was deeply trapped in a vortex of hatred. Dormammu hated all Faltinians, Umar hated her brother, and her future daughter would hate both her mother and uncle.
In Marvel, even Ghost Rider, who represented the concept of "vengeance," could not escape the vortex of hatred. He merely drew all hatred onto himself.
He judged sinners and might have avenged some people, cutting off their chains of hatred. But the sinners' relatives and friends would hate him, turning him into a target for everyone.
That was probably why Ghost Rider changed every century or two. Was someone harvesting them like crops behind the scenes?
Watching Umar sneer while lost in thought beside him, Su Ming guessed that she had already begun plotting how to deal with her brother. Everything here was restricted except thought.
"I'll continue deeper into the Dark Dimension, find the Faltinians, and have them support you in overthrowing Dormammu's rule." Su Ming looked toward the distant stars. Their kaleidoscopic light mottled his figure as well. He put away the contract and laid out his plan in a hoarse voice.
Umar folded her arms, making the two masses on her chest look even more enormous under the pressure. She did not care at all about the state of her physical appearance and instead raised a different objection.
"Dormammu and I were exiled as traitors tens of thousands of years ago because we craved matter and refused to remain energy beings