Of course, the support from the Ancient One was also critical in this.
Without the Ancient One assisting from the side, it would have been very difficult for Mavuika to contend with Dormammu in the Dark Dimension.
But with the two working together, most of Dormammu's attacks were blocked by the Ancient One, while Mavuika's fire drove straight in; this was one of the reasons why Dormammu was fighting so frustratingly.
The battle had already entered a white-hot stage, and Mavuika, who could finally fight with abandon after such a long time, fought extremely freely.
His movements were wide and sweeping, and his fire, as if it cost nothing, illuminated the entire Dark Dimension.
Under the combined efforts of the sun goddess and the Sorcerer Supreme, even one as formidable as Dormammu could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness.
His attacks were hard to break through the Ancient One's defense, and even if they did, the residual energy could not cause much DMG to Mavuika.
But with the Ancient One's assistance, every one of Mavuika's attacks would bring Dormammu a wound that almost severed him again.
Although he healed quickly, and being in the Dark Dimension meant he was almost immortal as long as the Dark Dimension existed, this process of battle was truly frustrating.
Every sword strike from Mavuika left a Burning wound on Dormammu's body, and every strike made his screams even more miserable.
The energy of the Dark Dimension was also limited, and under the consumption of such an intense battle, Dormammu's body began to shrink.
Those massive, sky-obscuring dark substances Vaporized in the fire, his body shrinking from the size of a Planet to the size of a moon, with even more of a trend to shrink further.
Although Dormammu was unwilling to admit it, the fact was that he had already lost.
The energy he consumed in this great battle exceeded his expectations; even if he won now and successfully swallowed the entire Earth, the replenishment he would receive would likely not equal what he had consumed.
It was already not worth the loss.
Realizing this, Dormammu developed an intention to retreat; he did not want to continue fighting, although if he continued, relying on the entire Dark Dimension, he might not necessarily lose.
However, he would inevitably pay an extremely heavy price.
After all, Dormammu was not without enemies; those dimensional beings like him usually dared not act rashly out of fear of his power.
But if they knew that Dormammu's power had weakened, that would be another story, and they would certainly take the opportunity to come and cause trouble for Dormammu.
They might even take this chance to completely swallow him; Dormammu knew very well that as long as there was this opportunity, they would definitely do so.
Those guys were not as easy to talk to as the Ancient One and Mavuika; as a fellow dimensional being, Dormammu understood this all too well.
"Stop—stop!" Dormammu's voice was hoarse and trembling.
"I concede! I will leave Earth!"
Mavuika's sword stopped an inch in front of his throat.
Golden flames danced on the tip of his sword, illuminating Dormammu's blurred face.
He looked at him, and in those amber eyes, there was no killing intent, only a calm, scrutinizing light.
"Forever," he said.
Dormammu's body was trembling. "What?"
"I said—forever." Mavuika's voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail driven into Dormammu's soul.
"Never come near Earth again. Never set your sights on Earth again. Otherwise—"
The Thousand Blazing Suns in his hand brightened a fraction more.
Dormammu was silent for a long time.
Then he lowered his head; that head that was once arrogant and unyielding lowered for the first time before a mortal—no, before a god.
"I swear," his voice was low and hoarse.
"In the name of the Dark Dimension, I swear—never to invade Earth again."
Mavuika looked at him for a long time.
Then he withdrew his sword and turned to fly toward the Ancient One.
Behind him, Dormammu's body began to dissipate, turning into dark substances, merging into the depths of the Dark Dimension.
His voice came from the Akasha, carrying unwillingness and fear.
"Ancient One... you found a madman... you win..."
The Ancient One smiled lightly. "Not a madman, a friend."
Dormammu disappeared.
The collapse of the Dark Dimension stopped, and those rampaging energies gradually calmed down.
But the whole World became darker, not the oppressive, suffocating kind of darkness, but a quiet, empty kind of darkness.
Dormammu took away his power and his ambition.
At least for a thousand years, before he completely replenished the energy consumed in this battle, he would not dare to come again.
Mavuika landed beside the Ancient One, the Thousand Blazing Suns dissipated into flames, his breathing was a bit rapid, and sweat beads seeped from his forehead, but his eyes were very bright, as bright as two stars.
"That was satisfying," he said with a smile.
The Ancient One looked at him, a trace of helpless smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Your Highness, you almost tore the Dark Dimension apart."
Mavuika shrugged. "It started it."
The Ancient One shook her head, then reached out and drew a circle in the air.
Sparks flew everywhere, and a Portal appeared in front of them—on the other side of the door was the courtyard of the Hong Kong Sanctum.
"Let's go," the Ancient One said, "it's time to go back."
Mavuika looked back at that darkness; there was nothing there anymore, only void.
He turned back and walked into the Portal.
Behind him, the door to the Dark Dimension slowly closed, turning into a point of light, and then disappeared.
In the courtyard of the Hong Kong Sanctum, the moonlight was like water.
Strange stood at the doorway, seeing the Ancient One walk out of the Portal, he let out a sigh of relief.
Mordo stood behind him, his expression also relaxed.
Loki leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a faint smile on his lips.
Wanda and Pietro stood in the corner, the two leaning very close, watching all of this quietly.
Mavuika was the last to come out, there were a few scorched marks on his clothes, and his hair was a bit messy, but his face wore an expression Loki had never seen before—satisfaction, a thoroughly satisfying satisfaction.
"Big brother," Loki said, "had enough fighting?"
Mavuika smiled. "Had enough."
Strange walked over, looking at the Ancient One and Mavuika. "Where is Dormammu?"
The Ancient One said: "Gone, at least for a thousand years, he won't come again."
Strange's brows furrowed slightly. "A thousand years? Not forever?"
The Ancient One glanced at him. "A thousand years is already a long time; by then, perhaps you will already be strong enough that you won't need me to take action."
Strange was silent.
The Ancient One turned around, looking at Mavuika. "Your Highness, thank you."
Mavuika shook his head. "No need to thank me, I also fought very satisfyingly."
He paused. "However, you owe me one."
The Ancient One raised an eyebrow. "Owe you what?"
Mavuika smiled. "Owe me a tea session; that wild tea of yours from the Himalayas, next time I want to drink a whole pot."
The Ancient One also smiled. "Fine, a whole pot."
Moonlight spilled into the courtyard, onto that vigorous pine tree, and onto those ancient stone slabs.