Ark: seed of the source

Previously

…Michael closed his hand around the true Seed. The contact was immediate and transformative. The dull iron of Aethelred flared, washing the cavern in brilliant, living silver. The cracks in his salvaged armor resealed themselves, knitting under the flowing grace, the exhaustion receding as the blueprint of the Source flowed into his very being. He stood straighter, a sliver of the Archangel Michael returned to the mortal plane. "The final reckoning begins now," Michael said, his voice ringing with the clarity of restored divinity, yet tempered by the suffering he had witnessed. "We prepare the trap. Let the enemy come to the echoes of Eden."