Although the discovery of how the Class Ceremony would function had been shocking, Orion wouldn’t see it in action for another twenty days. That meant he had time to perfect his System Detection Glasses. He had already been eager to do so before, but it had now become a major priority—if only to confirm his assumption that no god would manipulate the System and that it was a matter of power density. “Perhaps it’s not just that,” he allowed after further reflection. Drinking some mou and pacing around the room had helped him blow off some steam, and he was now back to rationality, sitting down on his “repurposed” sofa. It wasn’t like the room he’d taken it from was being used anyway. “If all that was needed to affect a Class Ceremony was raw power, I’m sure the other factions would have managed to do it by now.” Although Seraphina was recognized as one of the most powerful individuals in the country, she was not the only one to have attained such status. Learning about other major powers was challenging because the first floor of the library offered only the basics and some history. To gain specific insights, he had to either access the second floor, which he wouldn’t be able to do for some time, or rely on gossip. Orion had done that both as a toddler at his mother’s side and recently by sneaking into the dining hall early during service to sit near the back. While everyone in the Sanctum could enjoy meals at any time, there were specific slots when various types of people could be found.