No one could recall when or how the demonic curse had befallen them. No memory lingered of a time when the curse did not rule. The realm was in ruins, a barren wasteland where the only hope lay in tight-knit communities clinging together to survive. The ones struck by the curse became hideous creatures, repulsive monsters called Umbrals. Their hooved feet twisted and pointing askew, strong arms ended in sharp claws that scraped along the ground as they stalked their helpless prey. Grey skin marred with burns covered their entire bodies, and they bore no facial features save for a maw full of jagged teeth, which emitted a deafening screech that could drive the sanest man to madness. Their intelligence was limited, yet they possessed the uncanny ability to play mind games with their victims, lulling them into a false sense of security before attacking with savage ferocity.