Jon woke up from his bed. He was in a large room in the Left Sanctuary, a sanctuary built on Pathan!
His social standing earned him this space. The order of life in the sanctuary was a lot different; here, people were literally valued based on their worth and superiority, which meant the strength of one's humanoid summon.
The Hierarchy was clear.
The stronger they were, the more superior they were. They could feed their summons the best and also eat the best. The inferiors served them, worked for them, and dreamed ceaselessly of becoming them.
Cain held all this with a promise that they could be chosen to become a superior one day, and Jon was just one of the examples.
Cain had the ability to make anyone powerful; he could turn charcoal into gold, he could change a man's life with a snap of his fingers.
He told them how special they were. The world was no different from the wild. It was the survival of the fittest in the wild, and humans stood as the apex of that food chain.
