The Zingers were a fairly sentient race, capable of forming their own colonies with a solid societal structure. Sumatra Chronicles delved into them in detail, showcasing that Zingers dabbled even in art, though crude.
They sang songs, drew paintings, and even danced. Of course, thievery was their main business. A Zinger's Primary Nature was the Prana Bomb. It stole Prana from the target and stored it for later consumption.
Appearing exactly identical to the Prana Bomb was a Zinger Egg and only a Zinger could tell them apart. Oftentimes, when the Zingers raid a target and shower it with Prana Bombs, they would sneak in an egg or two.
The eggs would hatch after absorbing Prana. But, here was a catch. The strength of the hatchling depended entirely on the quality of the Prana absorbed.
