Just looking at the shimmering River of Time in front of her, Daphne couldn't help but tense her muscles and her hair stood on end, as if there was something far more terrifying than death hidden ahead.
She glanced at her little companions with worry in her eyes and took the initiative to step forward.
"Meow!" (Let me try!)
"How confident are you?" David Jones asked with a serious expression.
Even in taking risks, one must consider the consequences.
A trace of Daphne's will resided within the Destiny Avatar. If the avatar fell once or twice, it would be bearable, and the damage to the true body wouldn't be severe.
But if it happened too often, it could cause serious harm to Daphne's psychic will.
"Meow, meow." (There's no guarantee, but I won't get into trouble.)
Daphne looked earnestly at David Jones.
Instead of letting her friends dance on the edge of a knife, she would rather use the power of Destiny to probe the secrets of the River of Time.
