You enter The Seven with the kind of ability Vought can’t quite package: the power to create anything out of thin air, objects blooming into existence with a flick of your fingers, constructs forming from nothing but your will. Weapons, shields, tools, entire structures—you manifest them effortlessly, precisely, beautifully. It makes you dangerous. It makes you unpredictable. It makes Starlight’s jaw tighten every time you walk into a room.