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.
If the Prana absorbed by the egg originated from an Iron Grade Pranic Beast, the birthed entity would either be a Zinger Scout or a Zinger Captain, Beginner and Intermediate Iron Grades respectively.
If the Prana absorbed by the egg was from a Silver Grade Pranic Beast, the birthed entity would be a Commander Zinger, with a super rare chance of a Zinger King’s appearance.
But if the egg absorbs Prana from a Gold Grade Pranic Beast, the result is a guaranteed Zinger King. And the Prana of an Empyrean Tusk creates an infinitesimally small probability of a Mutant Zinger King.
But such an entity only appears once in Sumatra Chronicles, towards the novel’s end. That wasn’t the focus here.
When a lot of Zinger Kings are birthed, there is a sharp rise in their collective evaluated power. When the Zinger Community feels enough Kings have been created, they would gather into a council and approach a Zinger Queen and request her to create another queen.
Only a Zinger Queen can create a Zinger egg. And the only female in the Zinger race was the queen. She was a special existence. She had no requirement to mate, was capable of gathering all necessary genetic material just by drinking the fluid within the Prana Bombs given to her by the male Zingers as tax and possessed virtually no limit to the number of eggs she could create in life.
A male Zinger’s Primary Nature was a Prana Bomb while the Zinger Queen’s was the egg, termed the Life Bomb. She could casually condense it using Prana. And consuming Prana Bombs recovered her Prana.
Therefore, a Zinger Queen was a factory that produced Zinger eggs. Due to her characteristics, a Zinger Queen would generally avoid birthing another queen unless she approached old age, unwilling to lose her power.
Of course, if their strength and population exceeded a certain extent, she would create another queen to satisfy the egg demand. 𝐎𝓋𝗅xt.𝕔𝔬𝐦
In the entire Dieng Canyon, a Zinger-dominated territory spanning millions of kilometres, there existed only three Zinger Queens. When one of the queens dies for mysterious reasons, the remaining create a Zinger Queen egg.
To hatch, the Zinger Queen’s egg required stringent conditions. First among them was the absorption of the highest grade of Prana. Only an Empyrean Tusk’s Prana fit the bill. If the egg was placed on any other Pranic Beast, it wouldn’t hatch.
The second condition was the requirement of lifeforce, a copious sum. If planted on any Pranic Beast, the target would react at the sheer pain involved with the loss of its lifeforce. It would immediately dispose of the egg.
Only the Empyrean Tusk, with its robust lifeforce, wouldn’t react in such a way. Of course, it would immediately dispatch the Mammoth Clan to deal with the egg. But to prevent that, Zingers would swarm the Empyrean Tusk.
And this time, hundreds of Zinger Kings would be present to keep the Mammoth Clansmen busy. Of course, if the egg was planted in the middle of the battlefield, it would become part of the collateral.
Therefore, it would always be planted right above the buttocks of the weakest Empyrean Tusk. As the weakest would be moving last, there wouldn’t be any entity present that could spot their scheme. Moreover, the tail existed there, capable of swatting away any Pranic Beast that dared approach.
So, no Mammoth Clansman bothered to defend the buttocks area and instead concentrated their power on the legs where most attacks occurred.
And through experience, the Zingers determined the safest spot on the Empyrean Tusk, away from all chaos, a serene location if one would say. It was on the tail root, one that couldn’t be reached by the tip of the tail.
And in Sumatra Chronicles, upon spotting an uninhabited house in such a location, the Zinger King obviously placed the Zinger Queen’s egg inside. Why would it say no to a second layer of protection?
It was a famous situation, discussed by the reader base for years. After all, the cause of the First Major Disaster was a single egg. That was why, when Inala picked such a house, Grehha knew immediately of his target.
Resha found out the cause later during his investigation—when the Mammoth Clan returned to the Dieng Canyon after a century. By then, the Zinger Queen born from Gannala matured into a full-fledged queen.
In the current timeline, he intended to swiftly rush to the house and destroy the egg, thereby ending the First Major Disaster prematurely. He didn’t camp there for the reason his presence would startle the Zinger King bringing the queen’s egg. It would avoid the place and find another location. That would mess up everything.
Secondly, there were still two months left for the First Major Disaster to start, based on his memories. Since Resha was in the Empyrean Tusk’s heart, he wasn’t aware of the changing situation. Hence, he missed his opportunity.
To avoid anyone noticing its actions, the Zinger King left immediately after planting the Zinger Queen’s egg. All Zingers would be able to feel their queen’s birth. So, the Zinger King planned to swipe in immediately after that and bring the queen to safety.
Inala stared at the egg before him and muttered, “Gannala, is your lifeforce being sucked by this egg? Is this the Zinger Queen’s egg?”
Slap! Slap!
The slaps were weak as Inala converted it into the language he had derived through the Mystic Skill Creator, wording Gannala’s thoughts, ‘Yes! Hurry!’
It meant she didn’t have much longer to live. Therefore, if Inala wished to succeed, he had to take action immediately. If she dies, all resources in her body would explode like a volcanic eruption, killing everyone.
“Alright,” Nodding confidently, Inala activated the Mystic Bone Art and fused his 100 Spirit Containers into a unified whole. He then approached the Zinger Queen’s egg and touched it, grunting in pain as the egg absorbed his lifeforce.
But the moment this happened, the condition was attained. The egg absorbed the lifeforce of both Inala and Gannala. Blood surged out of the floor and seeped into the egg; using this chance, Gannala finally managed to establish a connection between the two.
A weak voice, exhausted, but excited resounded in Inala’s mind, filled with warmth.
[My Dearest Son! Inala!]
