After he repeated the same attack a few times, these odd fish were forced to meet the end of their route.
They could not withstand Timothy's reign of terror, so the only option for them was to join the afterlife, wherever the heck such creatures went after they died.
Once these enemies died, the crystals that they loved so dearly, shattered into thousands of pieces.
They did so, before all fifteen of these individual piles, joined together and formed into a half-foot wide, flawless ball.
He still wasn't sure how pieces of shiny stone could behave like that, but the ball itself didn't prove hostile in any way at the moment, so he didn't want to prove difficult either.
As expected, the large ball headed towards the route which the hero had taken before.
But seemingly due to size differences, this ball didn't travel at record-breaking speeds but slowly rolled through the tunnel instead.
"I still have no idea how a crystal can work like that," Timmy mumbled.