Dormammu's physical form couldn't compare to Malrick's.
His strength stemd almost entirely from Dinsional energy.
But now, with the Space Stone in his grasp, Malrick sealed off the small pocket dinsion, severing Dormammu's connection to the Dark Dinsion.
With each spell cast, Dormammu's energy waned.
In this evenly matched duel, his strength only continued to dwindle.
Malrick, by contrast, grew more formidable with every blow. His mastery of the universe's laws deepened with each clash.
Unbeknownst to Dormammu, Malrick carried with him a fragnt of the Sun—its radiant energy nding his wounds mid-battle.
Dormammu simply felt his stamina slipping away.
He launched a devastating attack, one capable of vaporizing a star, but in doing so, drained much of his remaining strength.
Malrick, unfazed, battered him across the cosmos like a cot.
Yet even in the face of such overwhelming force, Dormammu refused to yield.
He rose again from the shattered void, his scorched body knitting itself together slowly.
"Perhaps it's ti we had another conversation," Malrick said, floating in midair, his cloak billowing around him.
Dormammu sneered. "I have nothing to say to you!"
Malrick gave a casual shrug. "Suit yourself. I hope you enjoy the next act."
With that, he vanished into the stars.
"Act?" Dormammu muttered, frowning. What was that mortal plotting?
Then, without warning, a colossal figure materialized in the void before him—over a thousand kiloters tall. Dormammu, standing hundreds of ters high himself, looked like a speck in comparison.
"A Celestial?" he gasped. "No... that's not right. They don't look like this. Wait, what are you—?!"
The towering figure crouched and extended its hand, gripping Dormammu in its palm.
As the giant's face moved closer, a horrifying realization dawned on Dormammu.
"You... You're that Sorcerer Supre, aren't you?!"
The giant didn't answer. It rely smiled—and then burst into radiant energy.
Dormammu scread, "You're going to self-destruct!? Wait—!"
Boom.
The massive figure exploded in an instant, releasing an energy force equal to that of a planet.
The sheer force of the detonation warped space itself, distorting light, matter, and gravity in a vortex of destruction.
Malrick descended from the heavens as the aftermath of the explosion raged below. A breath escaped his lips, stirring the vacuum around him like a windstorm.
Only once the last ripple of chaos had faded did the impact beco visible—a crater tens of thousands of kiloters wide.
At the bottom, barely clinging to form, Dormammu's upper torso began to regenerate.
Malrick hovered over the devastation and nodded, satisfied. "The Blood Sea clone really is the perfect tool for self-destruction."
Though it was his consciousness guiding the clone, Malrick felt nothing from the blast.
Imnse power, zero consequences—the Blood Sea clone was practically a walking superweapon.
Once he grew stronger, its explosion might even generate a black hole.
Within his inner world, another clone took shape.
With a flick of thought, Malrick summoned it—another giant, a thousand kiloters tall—and hurled it toward the recovering Dormammu.
Boom.
Another detonation.
He repeated the process. Again and again. Clone after clone. Explosion after explosion.
Only when the massive continent had been shattered into five fragnted landmasses did Malrick finally stop.
On one jagged landmass, Dormammu's trembling hand erged from the rubble.
"We… need to talk!" he groaned.
Dormammu's defiance had withered. His fury had drained. He lay quietly in the ruins, staring into the cold vastness of space.
Malrick floated beside him. "Talk about what?"
"As long as you don't ntion control of the Dark Dinsion, I'll listen…"
Dormammu pushed debris off himself and exhaled slowly.
Malrick raised an eyebrow. "So, you acknowledge as your superior?"
He had obtained a soul-binding technique from the Beast God of the Starry Sky World. If Dormammu willingly opened his mind, he could enslave him.
But force wouldn't work.
As a World Lord, Malrick lacked the soul strength to dominate a Dinsional Demon God by force.
If he tried, Dormammu would likely self-destruct and seek vengeance upon resurrection.
Naturally, Dormammu refused. "Never. You might as well destroy . But if you do, you better protect Earth—because when I return from the Dark Dinsion…"
Malrick scowled. Even in defeat, the demon dared to threaten him.
He leapt forward and struck Dormammu across the face.
The blow silenced him.
"Return? Don't forget how many Hell Lords are salivating over your throne," Malrick snapped.
"When you die and resurrect, do you think you'll have the strength left to fend them off?"
"By the ti you return, phisto might already own the Dark Dinsion."
The flicker in Dormammu's flas betrayed his thoughts—he knew it was possible.
"…I can't give you the Dinsional authority," he muttered, "but I'll allow Kamar-Taj's Sorcerers to borrow my power—without a cost."
"You expect Sorcerers who follow the Vishanti to use dark magic?" Malrick scoffed.
Then a thought struck him. "Does that include ?"
As he advanced within the Starry Sky System, he'd need unimaginable energy. At so point, he might even have to drain an entire Universe.
Free access to the Dark Dinsion's power would keep him supplied until he reached multiversal levels.
Once drained dry, the Dark Dinsion's master wouldn't matter.
Dormammu, oblivious to Malrick's plan, nodded. "Of course. You are the Sorcerer Supre."
"Good," Malrick said. "That's one condition. What else?"
Dormammu blinked. "Else? That's not enough?"
"The defeated party pays reparations and cedes territory," Malrick said plainly. "You've only done one."
Dormammu's flas dimd. "You're still after my authority!"
"I'm warning you—let return to the Dark Dinsion now, or you'll regret it."
Malrick raised his fist. "Still threatening ?"
Dormammu hesitated. "I didn't co here for war. I only intended to consu a single world."
He exhaled. "Right now, in the Dark Dinsion, your tiline's main-universe Strange is trying to fix a universal collision with my niece, Clea."
"If I don't get back soon and the Hell Lords find them, the whole operation will collapse!"
He tried to sound reasonable. "If you let return, I'll help them fix the crisis. That helps your Universe too!"
"A Universe collision?" Malrick's eyes narrowed. "How? And how do you stop it? Explain."
Dormammu raised his hands. "It's a ss caused by Strange hopping between realities, destabilizing the Multiverse."
"The easiest fix is to destroy one of the colliding Universes."
"But Strange and Clea think they've found another way—sothing they're working on secretly."
"If you let go now, I can aid them."
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