Akmos

Deep inside the realm of the Nether, if you search long enough you will find a tree. Not a tree of wood. A tree grafted by bone and flesh,Stitched together by souls of Light Gods that were slaughtered during the Crimson Betrayal.

Their love and kindness has been drowned out in the Nether, all that is left is hatred and anger. Hatred towards the Light Lord because he couldn't protect them. Anger towards themselves for being weak.

If you look close enough to the ground, where blood and bones litter the floor like dust. You can see it moving towards the tree. If you look even closer you can see yourself sink slowly if you stand still.

The Nether itself whispers out its name, like a child.

Akmos.