Daniel was a little lacking. Compared to the First Dream, his combat power was not high, and too much humanity remained in his soul.
For beings like Concept Manifestations, the more human they were, the weaker they tended to be.
That was because the workings of universal rules were often unaffected by emotions and desires, and humanity, when all was said and done, consisted of those very things.
Just look at Marvel's Five Creation Gods next door. Compared to the Endless, they seemed far less lofty. Still, it was not without benefits—for example, they could have children.
Of course, that was beside the point.
"Daniel, switch with the Parrot Fairy. She's hurt. Take her place at the Crystal Ball; we need a guide too."
Su Ming directed Daniel to take the fall in the most tactful way possible.
It did not matter if there were differences between the magic of the two universes. Daniel's power was Dream, something with extremely broad commonality. After all, wherever humans existed, there would be dreams.
Even in talent competitions, judges asked contestants what their dreams were. That was the same principle. Who did not dream?
The white mist twisted and took Daniel's form. He gave Deathstroke a speechless look, but still reached out and pressed his hand against the Crystal Ball, taking over the Parrot Fairy's task.
"Be quick."
Though he said that, he knew full well that he had no way of controlling Deathstroke's actions. It was merely a wishful hope.
There was nothing he could do. He still owed Deathstroke a favor from before, and everyone in this group was relying on Deathstroke's intelligence about Another Worlds to act. He could only cooperate.
Still, as long as Su Ming had the big cat with him, there was not much difference.
The Parrot