THE SURFACE BELONGS TO THEM.

The forest is gone. The earth is poisoned. Your people burrow deeper, but there is nowhere left to hide.

You are Rootkin—nameless, expendable, born to dig in the dark.

But you have consumed something you should not have. Something that will not let you die.

Ashen Seed is a hand-drawn metroidvania of sacrifice and transformation.

Death Is Not the End

You fall. You return. The seed inside you does not forgive, does not release. Each death changes you in ways you do not yet understand.

Fight With Precision

No contact damage. No mercy. Only movement, spacing, and the heartbeat between you and what hunts you.

Everything Down Here Is Hungry

You are not the only thing trying to survive.

Descend Through What Remains

Hand-drawn depths. Collapsed sanctuaries. Forgotten places where something divine once breathed. Above, the surface waits—vast, cold, inevitable.

The old world is gone.
You carry what might replace it.
But the cost is one you cannot imagine.