All the life forms that are touched and infected by that ominous Crimson Curse, regardless of their original shape and intelligence, will degenerate into a pitiful and terrifying existence, collectively known as Wanderers.
They completely lose all reason and sanity, twisting and mutating in endless pain, transforming into monsters that only know to wander and destroy.
Their trunks often swell or break, displaying bizarre shapes that defy natural laws, jagged bone spurs protruding, rotten flesh and newly twisted organs grotesquely pieced together.
And their entire skin... if there still is any, overflows with dark-red curse patterns like lava, pulsing faintly as if alive, emitting an unsettling eerie aura.
These unfortunate existences endlessly roam and wander upon the Cursed Land, completely polluted by the Crimson Curse and transformed into a Forbidden Zone.
