I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 270: Pointless and bottomless

And without any further description, he aimed towards a portion of the sand flooring, where no life was roaming at - and decided to firmly demonstrate his discovery.

"Azelaq's scream!" He hollered with all of his power.

And afterwards a slightly dark shade of transparent silver, shot out of his mouth with the aid of speed that could not be under-estimated!

Its size only grew larger the more it traveled, but since the ground was closer this time: the patching of silver ended up being just two feet wide.

Still it inevitably managed to stun everyone that witnessed it! Not only because the silver became lighter in colour after it hit the ground, but also due to how it was spreading its branches in between that two-foot-wide patch!

It almost felt life-like, no human technology could ever develop anything that seemed so advanced and pattern-oriented. It simply was amazing, even though it was just some metal!

Timmy glanced back at his group, and noticed how all of them were pushed to utter shock! From everything that could have happened, this was something that they did not expect!

They were rendered speechless! But Gerlach was one who could often communicate with effortless ease, so he was the first to speak.

He locked eyes with the hero and congratulated, "This is indeed amazing! How in the heavens could you have acquired such a capability?"

Most of the group had already figured that it was somehow linked to the explosion, but they were utterly failing to put everything together - because they were not witnesses of whatever happened down there, there aren't examples for them to use.

But thankfully the hero could tame a bit of this confusion, by answering. "A god gave them to me! She called herself Azelaq or something."

"Interesting... I wasn't sure that such a thing existed, but you proved me wrong just there; of course all that silver should have been related to anything devine, it's sad how I didn't think about it." Half of those sentences were self contemplative from the old man's side, but at least he was able to follow along.

"You know about her?" The sea-pancake asked, craving to know more.

While the rest were listening, the old man recited. "Yes actually. A few of her worshippers had passed through the reef before. I thought it was a bunch of nonsense, but they seemed to have carried reason."

And the conversation continued to go on and on like that, it took the hero a full couple of hours to explain everything important about this weird trip towards power ~ but thankfully they were all caught up now.

The rest of the group didn't seem to have fared badly either, they simply had waited in the sunken ship and no other marine animal had bothered them.

It had been quite peaceful for this group, even though they felt quite bored until recently because there was nothing to do; but at least they were together now.

And since dusk had just passed, they found a small little hole to sleep into. It was located near the borderline and it was difficult to get into, so they should be safe for a long while.

Most of the group were not tired whatsoever, but they understood Timothy's extended exhaust so they didn't hesitate to give him company; even though they wouldn't be talking to each other now, but were just going to slumber all together.

The hero was tired enough, that he didn't even remember about an upgrade that could be purchased right now.

It went out of his mind, but he also didn't feel like experiencing intense pain right now when he was so tired.

Those couple of reasons cooperated to send him towards slumber, that was heavy enough to make one think he had gained weight.

Peace and sleep was something that a lot of individuals could link together, and the young man mostly did so as well.

But this time, the wheel began rolling towards another direction. In other words, the little sea-disk began dreaming about something that was quite uncomfortable.

It was mildly scary, but also inspired other foul emotions; such as confusion that was coated with a bit of irrational paranoia.

Apart from that, he also felt multiple layers of fright. Neither of them were enough to make him feel like he was suffocating, but they worked together to cause him quite a bit of mental stress, even through unconsciousness.

These layers of fright, featured the fear of the unknown as a primary source.

Not to forget, he continued to be spooked by the visual portions of these dreams; because what he was seeing, proved itself weird and disgusting at the same time!

Apart from those specified layers, he also began fearing any physical touch. He could constantly feel that something was touching his skin and disappearing right after he paid attention to them!

But at the same time, that physical comfort also seemed to be bugging him from within!

It was tremendously difficult to understand, but Timmy was close to sweating buckets - even while under the sea!

However, these descriptions were just a portion of the foul emotions he was feeling right now. All of these discomforts were not explained, because they were both numerous and difficult to understand.

But, visuals could be described a bit easier.

In one of his dreams, the hero saw a human body that was sitting on a lush green field.

It took little thinking to decide that this human in one of these weird dreams, was supposed to be him. It was confusing to understand why he felt so, but that was how the dream was unravelling.

It was weird how he saw that human from a third-person-view, but it seemed more useful.

It was useful until he tried to analyse his own face, through this wretched dream.