Born a slave, he has no name, but a number, etched across the metal plate on his chest. The others call him "Seven" for short, when they bother to talk to him at all. He is nothing, and nobody. In a world where the Darkspore continues to spread, terraforming the landscape into a place suitable for the arrival of an ancient, primordial God, Seven is just one cog in a machine, a system desperate to stave off the darkness for as long as it can. Until Seven is left for dead, that is. Stranded in the Spore Reaches, he happens upon a divine relic of unearthly power, one that can only be wielded by one with tremendous strength of will, and the tenacity to do what is necessary. Now, Seven has set himself to the task of dismantling the system that enslaved him, and so many thousands of others. However, with power there is consequence, and with an upset to the balance of power, there is disorder. The nations are against him, and so are the servants of the Primordial. In the midst of chaos, and impending doom, Seven takes a stand-not for himself, but to protect those who can't protect themselves, and to destroy the corruption at its root.
