After hearing the disturbing news that Geran had called them here to share, Cyrus let out a silent sigh, and looked down at the table, staring at it in thought and in acknowledgement of the potential evil that they were going to knock on the door of. He glared at his hands on the stone table, at his fingers tapping on the surface in a crescendo-like movement. Whereas the other two had questions, something to say about the matter, Cyrus just sat silent, letting the possibility of such darkness, and the reality that such an evil may exist sink in.
Although he had not witnessed the situation, he somehow knew, deep down, that this was larger, more devious than the standard zombie attack. Zombies required necromancers, and since there wasn't a undead botherer in sight , or in range of controlling the minion, this meant that the zombie was either sentient, or they were being puppeteer-ed by a powerful force, an unholy one. Both were bad things.
If the undead was sentient, had intelligence of its own, then that meant that more could have the same free will. Undead unbound by mortal chains, by control, they could go where they want, kill what they want, which would be everywhere and everyone.
If the zombie was being controlled, by a force a long distance away, this either meant that necromancers have become more powerful, being able to steer the undead from miles away, enabling them more offensive capabilities without exposing themselves, which was bad. Or.... or perhaps the zombies were not a force of this world, but of some being whose powers grew beyond that of a mortals. Cyrus' heart sank in horror as he realised the possibility. Daedric powers. That would be really, really bad.
It wasn't beyond belief. Yes, the Oblivion Crisis ended in the closing of the gates and access points between Oblivion and Mundus, and only allowed the most powerful of Daedra entry to Nirn. But nothing was stopping the Lords from controlling beings already present in this world, in this case, the undead. What if...
Cyrus' hypothesis was cut off as the loud sound of Edwyn's chair moving dragged him out of his thoughts. Edwyn left the room, as did Jaygue, after saying words to Geran. Cyrus remained seated, he slowly looked up at his superior, his long time friend. Their eyes locked in a sincere manner. It took several moments for Cyrus to break the silence.
"So what do you think it is?" a rare, emotionless, cold tone underlined his voice. If Cyrus' latter theory was correct, dark times were ahead.