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“STRANGE.”
A roar of fury echoes throughout the Dark Dimension, as torrents of magical flame scorch the populations of entire planets to ashes. The subjects of the Dreaded One experience this suffering on a daily basis, but this is too soon. Their master is angered. The presence of another is in his realm, that of the being which stands in between him and his most treasured prize. It takes Dormammu a moment to coalesce into form, his fiery countenance taking shape in his armor. It appears that this is an illusion, a message, and Dormammu cannot smite it. For this reason, he has calmed himself, but only slightly.
“For what reason do you seek me.”













