This planet was even bigger than Earth. Who would notice if someone lit a fire?
But with Howard's improved new-element nuclear bomb, the problem became much simpler. Such a massive pillar of fire and mushroom cloud would be far more conspicuous.
As for whether Dormammu would notice, there was no need to worry. He could have Strangle dye his hair and give him a head of long red hair, then disguise himself as a Faltinian.
Dormammu and Umar both loved their former human appearances, so under their rule, the Faltine had been forcibly required to study flesh magic. Nowadays, Faltinians looked little different from humans.
As long as Dormammu did not lose his mind and make everyone cast magic to verify their identities, Su Ming would not be exposed.
So while Cloak went to fetch the item, Su Ming simply sat there and waited. He took out two chicken legs, one for himself and one for Strangle, and the two of them happily dug in.
The symbiote and its host shared senses, so for them, it was double the pleasure.
Faltine was simply a larger prison. It had been altered by magic. In order to keep his ornamental fish alive, Dormammu had not only made the Faltinians transform into human forms, but had also supplied the planet with oxygen. Even humans could survive here for a few days.
The difference was that there was neither food nor water here. Three days was the limit for an ordinary person.
Of course, that had nothing to do with Su Ming. After he and Strangle finished ten chicken legs, they ate a salad, and even had ice cream for dessert. Everything had been brought from Azeroth.
Just as Strangle's crescent eyes narrowed into slits and it twisted about on its host's shoulder, acting