I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 272: The phrase

The overall morale in this small room spiked up for the better, as these friends continued to vocally celebrate. Their aura was simply too radiative!

Timmy took his time to speak, because he was still trying to ponder everything that just had happened. He wanted to make sure that this scene wasn't another weird dream.

Dana eventually became the one who made him speak, by asking. "Are you ok? Can you see me?"

"I'm okay," The hero assured and had an urge to ask. "Why are you so worried?"

He felt absolutely sure that the massively weird dreams he experienced, were simply limited to what was going on through his head - the rest of his friends, shouldn't be able to share the same nightmare.

Gerlach managed to bring in quite a bit of shock, after he simply informed. "You've been asleep for six days, we had to force feed you or else things could have turned out bad. You could have died."

This bit of information did not explain the whole weird dreams, but he did manage to link both of them together. Surely these dreams appearing right when he was forced through a six-day coma, couldn't be a coincidence?

He was at a loss for words right now, everything was just too confusing and he did not know what to think.

So all of his hopes began weighing towards the system, as he spoke out the last few words that he experienced in the last portion of those weird dreams.

He spoke out loud for everyone to hear, "What does 'dawn dawn broken eye, broken thigh, dwelled root' mean?"

The sea-pancake could remember those words with absolute accuracy, since they were practically imprinted in his head.

"I don't have the faintest clue what that means," The mantis shrimp was the first to answer, since he was seen as the most knowledgeable amongst this group.

The old man continued this same topic by asking, "Why do you ask about that all of a sudden?"

"The seventy-seven tentacles told me so, they were the ones that didn't let me wake up." Perhaps that wasn't as true as described, but it felt well put.

Aura was one thing that was under countless conflict here, and this time its foundations were messed with again. Because they were all concerned over the little boy's well being, they didn't know what to do.

But there was a thought that they all began developing, even though neither of them mentioned it for the sake of hope; they didn't want to believe it.

Yet Timothy was the only one that proved brave enough to speak about such a topic, "What if Azelaq has put a curse on me?"

"Well I don't know about a curse, since it doesn't seem like a godly thing to do. But maybe your nightmares are related to your powers, rather than anything Azelaq could do against you." The old man was just throwing theories around, but this made sense.

And he continued to pitch an idea by reciting, "Maybe your grasp and capability to understand, is far limited in comparison to what these powers demand?"

"That's a sweet way of calling me stupid," The sea-disk answered, and then began moving a little bit for the sake of stretching.

What he craved the most, was the system's thought right now. And thankfully the good lady in his head, didn't fail to provide a thought.

[There are countless theories that surround this matter, but I didn't have enough time to analyse your head]

While his friends were chattering amongst one another, he questioned the system. "So you don't know anything about this either?"

[I don't. Because even I can't see what goes on in your head when you're asleep]

[I managed to analyse your brain, but could use a few more weeks to build up a stable theory we can head towards for the sake of fixing]

He didn't want to complain, but several weeks just seemed too long of a wait. Who knows what could happen until then!

That was why he tried to pressure the other side, "I thought you were fast and super intelligent. Why can't you give me an answer right away?"

[Even your slightly complicated brain takes weeks to analyse, you currently bear around three-billion neurons, it takes time to check each and every one of them for problems]

[And besides, there are other things to check apart from neurons in your brain]

After pondering over most of the circumstances, he could only unleash a heavy sigh. This situation was bizarre, but it seemed that its odds and ends will unravel with time.

So he forced the team to evade this topic for a while, by demanding. "Everything will be okay. Let's focus on finding those sharks that killed my family."

The geezer's eyes sparked after that sentence was laid out, and he instantly stated. "That might not be too big of a problem."

When it came to such a task, this was certainly the first time that any of his friends were so confident about success.

So the sea-pancake was tempted to ask immediately after, "What do you mean by that?"

"While you were forced to slumber, me and Osira have been stalking the perimeter, and we got a good lead of where to look for those menaces to our underwater society." Perhaps the sentence was a bit too long, but this little shrimp certainly had managed to embrace excitement.

Within an instant, Tim ordered. "Let's go then! No time to waste."

Afterwards he headed out of the little hole, for the sake of taking in some fresh water. He trusted that Gerlach knew the way, so the only task was to follow his directions after they head out to seek the targets.

What came in as an evident shock, were the effects that struck the little boy, right after he left the hole.

For a second he thought that those seventy-seven tentacles were emerging out of the deep oceans; but everything was blurry so he couldn't exactly gain a full comprehension of the sight.

After a few blinks, those tentacles were swift to disappear; so he decided that this was just some slight illusion that came due to that strong and bizarre dream.