As Dormammu roared at Satanish, he immediately halted the other party's efforts to continue siphoning power from the Dark Dimension.
His heart burned with anger.
Even though the Dark Dimension was vast, nearly infinite, Dormammu couldn't fully tap into all its energy.
It was not a limitless resource—especially in moments of such desperate urgency.
The true offender, though, was that detestable thief, Aaron.
At first, Dormammu had thought that Aaron had stopped draining his energy, assuming the Asgardian had retreated.
But Aaron had outwitted him, taking a detour through Satanish, sneaking back and receiving a hefty dose of energy once again.
Satanish... that fool!!
Dormammu's hatred for him surged. Despite his frustrations, Satanish still had his uses. After all, Dormammu's ultimate plan was to devour the real universe, and after that, he would conquer other magic dimensions.
While Satanish's intelligence might leave something to be desired, his strength was formidable, and Dormammu did not wish to sever ties with him.
But, Aaron had stolen more energy this time than the Ancient One had managed to siphon over centuries. It was too much greed.
"Cunning Asgardians!" Dormammu fumed. "I'll remember this! I'll make you pay, all of you!"
Satanish, stunned by the scolding, had thought he was taking credit for something worthwhile. Instead, Dormammu had called him an idiot.
And now, this enemy Aaron was an Asgardian god, the god of magic no less.
His very existence threatened Dormammu, and Satanish—out of his misguided trust—had inadvertently assisted the enemy.
Fury consumed Satanish, realizing how he had been deceived. The entire spiritual dimension trembled under his rage, with energies swirling as if mirroring his fury.
In his anger, Satanish severed the energy link, knowing that without the proper connection, he couldn't provide any more power. He growled in impotent rage.
Aaron, though prepared for this, felt a pang of regret. He had anticipated the interruption, but it was still frustrating. His pocket space wasn't full yet.
With no other recourse, Aaron turned his attention to Omar.
Although he didn't expect much from Dormammu's sister, Omar, Aaron figured even the smallest of contributions could help. Besides, every bit counted.
Before attempting to contact her, Aaron had checked on the piano. He noted that there was no sign of Dark Phoenix energy this time.
Either Omar was sleeping deeply, or she was simply afraid of him. Regardless, Aaron cast a communication spell.
In an unknown void, Omar was trapped. This space was a prison of Dormammu's design, designed specifically to prevent her escape.
Though she knew immense mystical knowledge and had powerful abilities, she was helpless against the intricate magic keeping her here.
Time had blurred for her—how many years had passed? It felt like an eternity.
Though her anger at Dormammu burned bright, she found herself powerless.
She had long abandoned hope of escape—no one remembered her, and the likelihood of anyone coming to her rescue was growing slimmer with each passing year.
That is until Aaron's message arrived.
Aaron, claiming to be a powerful magician from the real universe, promised her freedom if she helped him.
While Omar initially hesitated, the desperation of her situation outweighed her doubts.
The Dark Dimension's energy could potentially enhance her abilities, but Dormammu's influence was overwhelming. The more she thought about it, the clearer it became: She had no choice.
The deal was made.
Omar provided as much energy as she could muster, though it was far less than what other Dimensional Lords like Dormammu or Satanish could offer.
Despite the disappointment, Aaron accepted it, knowing it was his only option.
Aaron's next target was clear: he would focus on the dimensional lords who could offer more substantial energy.
Yet, even as he did, he knew his end goal wasn't just power—it was to defeat Dormammu and reshape the fate of the Dark Dimension.
Meanwhile, in Asgard, Heimdall's report about Kamar-Taj reached Odin. When Odin heard of Aaron's ability to suppress the Phoenix's power, he was stunned.
That power, wild and destructive, was something Odin feared. The thought that Aaron had defeated it was both shocking and impressive.
Odin knew Aaron was growing quickly, far beyond what anyone had expected. It made Odin uneasy, realizing that Aaron may now rival his own strength.
Thor, hearing of Aaron's recent feats, was eager to reunite with his friend. He was grateful for Aaron's help during their last battle in Midgard, where Aaron had saved him from a dire fate.
Thor missed Aaron, and while Odin, with his usual wisdom, warned Thor not to underestimate Aaron, Thor's pride as a warrior couldn't help but shine through.
Odin, on the other hand, had bigger plans. He knew Thor needed a push to truly tap into his potential.
And Aaron, with his growing power, could very well be the catalyst to spur Thor into becoming the king he was destined to be.
Odin couldn't wait to see what the future held. The stage was set.