Wasn't there a magma eruption? Wasn't it the end of the world? Why did everything seem to have returned to normal now?
Blaine descended curiously and landed on the street in front of the Hong Kong Sanctum. When he had left, this was where the first chaos had occurred. But now, everything had returned to its original state, back to its original appearance.
On the side of the road, those burly men with bare shoulders were still drinking heavily and loudly talking about the Sanctum at the end of the street behind them. Beside it, the martial arts gym was also busily putting up its signboard. In front of Blaine, a couple was walking toward him at that moment. The two of them seemed unable to see Blaine at all and passed by him while chatting and laughing the whole way.
Looking at the scene where everything was normal, and seeing them act as if nothing had happened, Blaine felt that something was off. Could it be that his memory was confused? Or had his eyes blurred?
Blaine patted his head, a little puzzled. However, Blaine did not think too much about it. He teleported to the exit where Dormammu had broken through from the Dark Dimension to Earth. Then he cast a spell on the exit so that no one could find it, and no one could accidentally enter it.
In the next second, he teleported again. This time, Blaine's body directly entered the Sanctum.
Inside was just an ordinary small attic. Facing Blaine was a clock. The hands on it showed 12:03.
Just now, Blaine seemed to remember the system saying that the time on Earth had only just passed midnight. Blaine seemed to think that, from the time reported by the system to the conclusion of the contract with Dormammu and everything after that, it should have added up to more than three minutes, right? Was time passing faster in the Dark Dimension?
Also, Blaine clearly remembered that when he rushed here from the New York Sanctum, he had specifically looked at his hand. It had obviously been around eight or nine o'clock in the evening. However, those people outside—Blaine had seen them at eight or nine o'clock, so why had he seen them again at midnight?
Just when Blaine was at a loss, he suddenly heard something.
Someone.
There were people talking inside this Sanctum.
Following the source of the sound, Blaine teleported directly to the front.
There were indeed people in the Sanctum. One was Stephen Strange, and the other was Wong, the librarian of the Kamar-Taj School of Magic, who had been killed by Kaecilius's follower.
Seeing Stephen Strange, Blaine finally understood what was going on. There was no need to ask. Blaine knew that it must have been Stephen Strange, who had rushed over in time, seen the tragedy here, and directly used the Eye of Agamotto—that is, the Time Stone—to restore this place to its original appearance and resurrect the dead Wong.
However, Blaine did not know why Stephen Strange had not gone in after seeing the entrance to the Dark Dimension.
Hey, forget it. Everything was over anyway. It was useless to worry about it. If it had been just now, Blaine would already have taken Stephen Strange's Time Stone, but now, Blaine was no longer so resentful. On the contrary, he was somewhat grateful to Stephen Strange.
Fortunately, Stephen Strange had changed Marvel's plot. Fortunately, Stephen Strange had not broken into the Dark Dimension without authorization. Otherwise, Blaine might not have been able to subdue Dormammu in the end.
That was it. Everything was over. Blaine did not stay any longer and teleported back to the United States. After confirming the location, he used teleportation again and arrived at his home in the Queens villa area.
As soon as he got home, Blaine's spirit, which had been tense all night, was finally able to relax.
However, before Blaine could take off his clothes and enjoy a comfortable hot bath, he suddenly heard someone calling him. Listening carefully, it seemed to come from his mind. That should be Dormammu.
Hey, Blaine slapped his head. How could he have almost forgotten his servant? They had agreed that once Dormammu arrived on Earth, it would contact him, and then he would release it.
Looking at Blaine, one would see that the moment he turned around, his body disappeared from where he stood.
In the Hunter Space, Blaine was standing opposite Dormammu at that moment.
"That..."
"Don't be afraid. This is another space."
"A space that belongs only to me."
"As long as you obey my arrangements..."
"I can let you out."
"Oh, right."
"Can you change your body?"
Seeing Dormammu's bewildered expression, Blaine really could not bear it. Now, Dormammu could also be considered his subordinate, but this subordinate was a bit unlucky and was always being locked in the "little black room." So, from the beginning, Blaine comforted it first.
In addition, it was not impossible for Dormammu to come out. Anyway, the system had said that as long as Dormammu did not invade Earth, Blaine could control Dormammu's behavior through the contract. Therefore, Dormammu's wish to return to Earth could also be fulfilled.
However, in order to avoid causing unnecessary panic, Blaine felt that it would be better to let Dormammu change its form. After all, with such a huge face and such strong dark matter energy, only Blaine could handle it. Anyone else would have been scared to death. Maybe that guy with the black boiled-egg head would even send out the Avengers to slice Dormammu up for research...
"Yes, yes, yes."
Feeling that Blaine wanted to release it, Dormammu was so excited that it quickly turned around, surrounded by dark matter energy. When it appeared in front of Blaine again, it had completely changed into another face. Oh no, not a face—a person. Another person.
A man dressed in black, just like Blaine. But it was not a black robe; it was a black suit. Not only that, he was also wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes. He wore a tie, and a pair of sunglasses blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.
Looking at the man Dormammu had become, he had dark skin, was estimated to be about 1.9 meters tall, had a straight posture, and neat, dashing short hair. He looked like a professional bodyguard. People who did not know the truth would really think this guy was Blaine's personal bodyguard.
However, this burly man in a suit exuded the kind of cold aura that rejected people from thousands of miles away. Some people would believe he had more than a dozen lives on his hands. Although Dormammu really had carried far more than that...
Blaine circled Dormammu and looked him over. Not to mention, he really did look the part. Moreover, there was a kind of indescribable handsomeness to him. It seemed to match Blaine's identity quite well.
"Not bad."
After looking him over, Blaine was quite satisfied.
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