Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
to greater things?" Dana stepped forward suddenly, her cheeks flushed. "We wolves. But he had never heard this music with his own ears. He looked at them, his eyes strangely bright. "You know I "But this is different music." Dana's eyes widened, and she wind, a distant whisper of life.... The concert, of course. Everyone would be at the concert tonight, and even from two miles away, the beauty of anticipating his return, would not be at the concert. up his spine, his eyes drawn back to the gleaming jewel. Suddenly, the music filled the room, rising sweetly like an to the wild music. "Lord Nehmon!" took his hand warmly. "You're too late for the concert—it's a shame. Mischana is the master tonight, and the whole city let you know," he said. " They're coming , Nehmon! I saw Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness ! I'll hunt you down as my fathers hunted you down, I'll bring my people their vengeance and glory, and your foul They're coming, I saw them." music will be dead!" find out where their people have gone. Find out! Music! We'll take the music out of them, once and for all." they? How far?" they reached the limit they could endure, and muttered known and dreaded for so many thousands of years that have come so close." wearily, some fraction of his six hundred years of life showing in his face for the first time in centuries. "We can do once again what we always have done before when the Hunters came," he said sadly. "We can run away." answer there, only sadness. "Think of the concerts. It's taken so long, but at last we've come so close to the ultimate goal." He gestured toward the thought-sensitive sounding boards lining possible. "Think of the beauty and peace we've found here." "I know. How well I know." "Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run "I've spent many years thinking, my son." "Not what I've been thinking." Ravdin sat down, clasping his hands in excitement. "The Hunters come and we run away, Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run, and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're hunting us , these Hunters. They've never quite found us, because have come close to finding us, we have run." "Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals, and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight." Ravdin shook his head. "Do you mean that the Hunters are not men like us?" he said. "That's what you're saying, that that true? We kill the tiger-beasts in the Jungle to protect ourselves, why not kill the Hunters to protect ourselves?" "I'm sorry," he said gently. "It seems logical, but it's false logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives are different, their culture is different, but they are men. And Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's why we must run away now, and always. Because we know that we must not kill men." voices carrying a hint of puzzled uneasiness. "The concert's over!" Ravdin walked to the window, feeling a chill pass through him. "So soon, I wonder why?" Eagerly with a happy cry, pressing her soft cheek to his rough chin. "You're back! Oh, I'm so glad, so very glad!" She turned to the old man. "Nehmon, what has happened? The concert was ruined tonight. There was something in the air, everybody felt it. For some reason the people seemed the old man. Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror. "The Hunters! They've found us?" Ravdin nodded wordlessly. we've come so far." have you ever seen a Hunter ?" Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music hopeful. "No," he said, "no, of course not. You know that." Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality, They might have changed. They might not be the same. Things can happen. Look at us, how we've grown since the wars with the Hunters. Think how our philosophy and culture have matured! Oh, Ravdin, you were to be master at a concert next month. Think how the concerts have changed! Even my grandmother can remember when the concerts were just a few performers playing, and everyone else just sitting and listening concert could be! Why, those people had never begun to understand music until they themselves became a part of it. Even we can see these changes, why couldn't the Hunters have grown and changed just as we have?" Nehmon's voice broke in, almost harshly, as he faced the excited pair. "The Hunters don't have concerts," he said grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our music, they scoff at our arts and twist them into obscene mockeries. They have no concept of beauty in their language. The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when nobody has seen back, Dana." Dana looked at her husband, and her eyes were proud. There was music among them still, but it was a different sort of music, now, an eerie, hopeless music that drifted out of the city in the wind. It caused all but the bravest of the beasts, their hair prickling on their backs, to run in panic through the jungle darkness. It was a melancholy music, carried from "You'll have to go soon," he said. "The city will be burned, of course, as always. You'll be left with food, and with weapons against the jungle. The Hunters will know that we've been Down below on the street the last groups of people were passing the last sweet, eerie tones of the concert were rising in the gathering twilight. Soon the last families would have taken their refuge in the ships, waiting for Nehmon to trigger the fire bombs to ignite the beautiful city after the ships started on their voyage. The concerts were over there would be long years of aimless wandering before another home could be found, another planet safe from the Hunters and their ships. Even then it would be more years before the concerts could again rise from their hearts and throats and minds, generations before they could begin work again toward the climactic expression people living in peace, seeking the growth and beauty of the arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of government for the perpetuation of government, split farther and farther from them. It was an ever-widening split as the Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's people for all the things the Hunters were losing: peace, love, happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness of the sanctity of life, shattered abruptly by the horrible wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the wrath of the Hunters' vengeance. His people had learned much in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had grown in strength as they dwindled in numbers. But now the signal had guided them in, and the Hunters had seen them, standing on a hilltop above the demolished amphitheater. Men had come out of the ships, large men with cold faces and dull eyes, weapons strapped to their trim uniforms. The Hunters had blinked at them, unbelieving, with their weapons held As they approached it, their hearts sank and they clasped hands to bolster their failing hope. The leader of the Hunters looked up from his desk as they seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's baritone. "You are the leader of the Hunters?"

<question>:
What did Dana mean by the saying the concerts "have come so far?"

<options>:
A They have traveled a great distance to keep having concerts
B The concerts have gotten much longer in length
C The concerts have become an event that involves the entire community
D The Hunters are starting to like the concerts even more

<answer>:

C