Fulfill Your Promise

"You didn't have any trump card to counter Mephisto?! Then why the hell did you make a deal with a demon?!" Dormammu roared. "What choice did I have? You were stronger than me. Calling in a demon for help didn't seem so unacceptable, did it?" Donnie shrugged, clutching the Dark Core tightly in his hand. Dormammu looked at Donnie's unconcerned expression and felt like he was about to die of rage. If he fell into Donnie's hands, he might still have a chance to break free.