"And did that elder of yours succeed?" it seemed unnecessary to ask such a question. If he hadn't, then how come these dens matured so fast?
"He didn't," but to my shock, Loran sighed, "and he died in the middle of his attempt. So as far as I know, no one ever dared to copy his doings again."
"This… But there isn't just one den that evolved to such a degree! I know of hundreds of dens right now matured to bring forth high levelled zombies. How can you explain that?"
When I said it, Loran's face twitched. I could see another wave of shock traversing over his face. "I… Can't explain this," he paused, "but if that's true, then the old ancestor did succeed. And that means…"
He didn't need to speak anymore. I could see through what he wanted to say. If his elder was successful and in the end he died, then someone or something must have devised all these lies to cover the theft up.
