"Could you let us watch Deathstroke's battle?"
Sinestro was also a warrior, and he was clearly interested in clashes between other top-tier fighters. Amid the awkward silence that followed the mention of aphrodisiacs, he spoke up to break the strange atmosphere.
Yes, Deathstroke's tactics were a little peculiar, but Uncle Sai said he could understand. Mercenaries had always been willing to use every means at their disposal.
"You cannot watch. The battle between the three of us, on the level of concepts and the rules of worlds, is still intense. Though those of you in the Third-Dimensional World cannot observe it with your naked eyes, you only need to know this: if I showed you that battlefield, merely one glance from Yuga Khan would evaporate your eyes and brains."
Although Daniel had his eyes closed and looked as if he were about to fall asleep, he still gave a complete answer.
Strictly speaking, Luthor and She-Ra should have been able to watch. The former held the Door Handle of Destruction, making him a proxy for a concept, and Destruction ranked fourth among the Endless.
As for She-Ra, there was even less to say. Zola stood right beside her, so naturally, she would not have any problems.
But treating people differently would have been too troublesome, so Daniel simply let no one watch. That kept everyone safe and saved trouble.
"I haven't understood something for a while now. Why can Deathstroke look directly at Yuga Khan? I haven't noticed anything about him that differs from other humans." Orm found a place to squat down. It was a lingering habit from being confined in Atlantis for years; whenever he had nothing to do, he liked squatting.
Dream shook his head, a rustling sound coming from behind the gas mask.
"It is difficult