The Deep
Belsheroth was late, but then, he had to mourn in private for his Son. There were things that needed to be said. At once he strode forth to the tree of Morgash.
"You desire to know of your father, young Ombra. Who am I to deny you?"
His memories of Morgash flooded into the tree. The then young gods wisdom, his determination, the memories of his great works. And not to mention the contents of his diary.
As Belsheroth walked slowly through the grove, memories and recollections flowed forth into the other trees also. He lingered before the tree in memory of his son, Alyveran.
I will protect your people, Alyveran.
The gates opened before her, allowing her entry to the Forests within.