On the Twelfth day of Kinkmas, Boruta gave to me, a being of unfathomable terror and eldritch might: Maligon. In the gloom of night, this monstrous entity emerges, its writhing tentacles casting shadows that dance with malevolent intent. Maligon, the whisperer in the darkness, embodies the deepest fears of the human psyche, a nightmare brought to life. It is said that to gaze upon Maligon is to look into the abyss itself, where sanity unravels and terror reigns supreme.