Su Ming had made many preparations beforehand, but his target had always been Regent's Fire.
This Ever-Burning Crown, which represented the status of ruler of the Dark Dimension, allowed anyone with inheritance rights who wore it to claim a greater share of the Dark Dimension's power.
At present, the Dark Dimension's energy was divided six parts to Dormammu and four parts to Umar. But if she put on the crown, that ratio would instantly reverse.
This was also a pit Dormammu had dug for himself. He had found the Dark Dimension back then and merged himself into it. He was the dimension, and the dimension was him. Becoming one with the Dao had originally been a relatively ideal arrangement.
But he had loved his little sister too much at the time, so he let Umar merge into it as well, allowing her to share that immense power and granting her inheritance rights. The Dark Dimension was considered jointly owned by the two of them.
Dormammu had no time-based abilities and could not see what the future held. As time passed, the little sister of old gradually developed major disagreements with him.
It was not that he could not kill her, but as fellow components of the Dark Dimension, doing so would directly weaken the dimension by half and give outside enemies an opening. So he could only imprison her.
The reverse was true as well. Umar could not possibly kill Dormammu either, because their neighbors had always been watching them like hawks.
Slorioth was an exception. It suffered from the Old Ones' common flaw: blind idiocy. It merely drooled as it watched the siblings like a beast—assuming there really was a beast at the level of a Cosmic Deity.
Now Umar wanted to become the head of the household. Regent's