In the Dark Dimension, there was no concept of time. No one knew how long had passed. The flashing brilliance gradually dimmed, and the tsunami-like shockwaves silently faded away.
The golden streams of light covering Sean slowly condensed and receded, replaced by profound darkness. He raised his right hand, and the three gems on the metal gauntlet flickered faintly, radiating dreamlike colors.
Sean looked at the illusory head looming above the dimension. Those enormous eyes, filled with the light of destruction, were now churning like a raging tide.
Violent thoughts, like high-frequency electronic signals, continuously flooded into Sean's mind. It was Dormammu's voice.
"I have to retract my previous judgment. You are far stronger than an insect, human... Even if you possess the qualifications to make me take you seriously, you should understand that this is a meaningless battle... You cannot kill me unless you can destroy the entire Dark Dimension—but as a lifeform that has yet to fully step into the single-universe level, you are far from capable of that."
Even at Dormammu's level of existence, one law from the human world still applied: if one wished to sit at the negotiating table, one first had to show one's fist.
As the Iron Chancellor Bismarck had said, truth lay within the range of cannons. In the vast and boundless canvas of the cosmos, the statement remained an accurate summary.
Dormammu discovered that he could not crush this lowly insect to death, and his attitude began to shift without his noticing.
"So you intend to sit down and have a proper talk with me, great ruler of the Dark Dimension?"
A trace of mockery hung at the corner of Sean's lips. It seemed that even such powerful beings who transcended time and death might not value integrity any more than