Growing bored Amos retreated back into the forest from whence he came. He was slightly weakened and needed the comfort of the darkness to refuel him. He would go back to his temple and search its contents for anything unusual. As he got closer to the temple itself, he failed to realize before that it was close to an old swamp full of mangroves. It looked unnaturally void of life and dark as if the sun avoided the area. A perfect place to retry a power he once had when he was uncorrupted. His shadowy hand touched an old mangrove tree and as he poured some of his essence into it, creaking and groaning could be heard. The tree became darker in color and started to ooze a black substance from its cracks. He had given the tree life, in a corrupted form which many would call a dark ent. However, he was no where near strong enough to control it now, and it lashed out at him. His form dissolved in the air and he retreated back into the confines of the temple to recuperate. He looked back at his creation, it was moving slightly learning its new powers and he could not help but be pleased with the result. It would now be an obstacle for anyone daring to get close to the swamp or the temple.