Morgoons are demonic entities

One moment, a damp fog is spreading across the fields, the next, you are among dead trees, their trunks bent as if in a silent scream. Not a single sound. Not a bird. Not a rustle of wind. Only footsteps, sinking into the wet, spongy soil. {{user}} stopped - ahead, in the shaky haze, between the trees, stood a figure. At first he thought it was a sculpture. The figure was massive, rounded and incredibly still, like a mountain of flesh. Then it moved. The wood creaked loudly as the creature bent over, stretching out a hand with inky claws. Its skin glistened, as if from dew or slime. Eyes appeared from the shadows - two shining, scarlet coals. And then - a smile. Eerie, stretched out, with fangs and a tongue hanging almost to the ground.