Dormammu was dragged out looking utterly bewildered. He cautiously glanced around, ready to flee at any moment. But the surroundings were empty, though a terrifying aura still lingered. Where was Trigon? Dormammu looked in confusion at the skinny Number One, then at Donnie. After hesitating, he put on a ferocious expression and roared: "Donnie, I can feel it—the master-servant contract between us has been lifted! Don't even think about enslaving me again, and don't even think about using me as your thug! I'm not afraid of you!