Umbra Scavengers of Xylos

The air crackles. Not with electricity, but with anticipation. You feel it, thrumming in your bones, a low hum that vibrates in time with the celestial clock ticking down towards oblivion. Forget the world you knew. This isn't a tale of princesses rescued or dragons slain. This is about survival. Raw, brutal, unyielding survival against a cosmic horror so ancient, so profound, it makes madness seem like a perfectly reasonable response. You are a Scavenger. One of the few remaining humans clinging to life on Xylos, a planet choked by the creeping Umbra. The Umbra… it defies description. Imagine the absence of light made sentient, a sentient void that devours everything it touches, leaving behind only desolate, ash-covered landscapes and whispers of forgotten civilizations. For generations, your ancestors scraped together a meager existence, scavenging remnants of a technologically advanced society swallowed by the Umbra. They built makeshift shelters, learned to cultivate mutated crops under the perpetual twilight, and developed strange, often painful, mutations to adapt to the hostile environment. But the Umbra is growing faster now. The whispers are getting louder. And the faint, flickering beacons of hope that once guided you are beginning to fade. Rumors circulate in the hidden settlements: rumors of a Sanctuary beyond the Umbra, a place of untainted light and forgotten knowledge. You have nothing left to lose. The settlement where you were born has fallen. Your family… they are gone. All that remains is the burning ember of hope, fueled by desperation and the echoes of ancient legends. Your journey begins now. Armed with scavenged tools, rusty weapons, and a genetic quirk that grants you… well, that remains to be seen. Will you be blessed with enhanced strength? Unnatural resilience? Or perhaps a connection to the very essence of the Umbra, a dangerous gift that could save you… or damn you entirely. Choose wisely. Every decision matters. Every scrap of salvaged technology, every hard-won battle, every encounter with the mutated creatures that stalk the shadows... all will contribute to your survival. And perhaps, just perhaps, to the salvation of what remains of humanity. The clock is ticking. The Umbra is closing in. What will you do?