“His face was horribly scarred due to the numerous battles he had fought during his immortal life. His eye sockets were empty and had no eyes in them, just never-ending darkness. All of his skin was a rusty shade of red in colour. A dull, black ring also pierced his nose. The fangs in his mouth were longer than my fingers and he had wicked, spiky, greyish horns on his bald head. He was also seven feet tall and was decked in the Dark Armour. ‘I am Mammon the Greedy.’ Said he.”

Seven of the most average creatures in Randavar are just living their normal, everyday lives. Until one day each of them is contacted by mighty Gods and Goddesses of the kingdom. From thereon, each of their lives is going to dramatically turn into a great legacy. From the barren deserts in the south to the chilly tundra in the north, the adventures of the Champions of Randavar are about to commence. The brewing of a bloody civil war, the rumours of the return of the demons, the hints of a new legion rising………Will the Seven Mortals be able to overcome the surge of evil that is to come? Or will they succumb to the malevolence and be forced to bow down to the great evil?