Nether is a dark myth born from the ruins of forgotten realms. The veil between worlds is thinning, and an old hunger waits just beyond the edge. Amari is dead, but not gone. Her soul has been broken and scattered, lost to a war she can no longer remember. Trapped in Nether, a place stitched from sorrow and shadow, she searches for what was taken. For a name. For a purpose. For the pieces of herself. Two men walk beside her. Tariq, cursed heir of a god, wears a crown of bone and blood. Koa, forged by violence and torn lineage, carries a dying kingdom on his back. Together, they follow whispers through haunted forests and sail seas stirred by the remnants of the damned. The gods are watching. The realms are shifting. And the past is no longer content to stay buried. Hunted by demons, twisted by prophecy, and haunted by dreams that do not belong to her, Amari must decide what she truly is. A salvation carved from ruin. Or the spark that ends it all. In Nether, nothing is sacred. Not memory. Not love. Not even death.