First Evaluation

High above the estate, nestled within the upper levels of the Grand Hall, a concealed observation chamber overlooked the gala.

They were the ruling elite of the Confederacy—the unseen hands who shaped entire star systems. From this vantage point, they watched the next generation, not as spectators, but as judges.

At the center of the room, Cassian Reyes stood motionless, his expression unreadable as he watched the holographic display of his son standing alone, challenging the heirs of the other great houses.

Seated in the shadows around him were figures of equal, if not greater, power:

Anton Petrosyan – The iron-fisted ruler of the Confederacy's military-industrial complex.

Selena Virellian – The silent puppeteer behind intelligence networks that spanned the Confederacy.

Garrick Von Hadris – The architect of political doctrine, master of governance.

Siona Zey'ran – A woman whose very presence commanded fear and respect.

None of them spoke as they watched the five heirs below, their every action dissected in real-time.

This was no mere gathering.

It was an annual test, sanctioned by the Academy and overseen by the ruling elite—a carefully designed crucible meant to strip away illusions and lay bare the instincts, cunning, and resolve of the next generation.

A moment where the true players of power decided who was worthy of leadership.

Cassian's gaze did not waver as Orion stood alone, unraveling the deception that had been woven around them.

One of the observers, a high-ranking Academy official, exhaled softly. "He's the first in a decade to see through the trap."

Duchess Virellian tapped her fingers against the armrest, her gaze locked onto the display. "He didn't just recognize the deception—he made sure everyone else saw it too," she murmured. 

Lord Petrosyan frowned, his fingers tapping once against the armrest. "This exercise was designed to force alliances," he said, his tone edged with disapproval. He gestured toward the holographic display of Orion. "But he didn't just refuse to play along—he changed the entire framework. Instead of reacting, he dictated the terms."

Matriarch Siona Zey'ran, silent until now, leaned forward slightly. Her voice was smooth, yet carried an unmistakable undertone of menace.

"Tell me, Cassian," she murmured. "Did you train your son for this?"

Cassian remained impassive. "No." His voice was even. "This is entirely his own doing."

A beat of silence.

Then, the Headmaster of the Academy, a man whose presence commanded respect even among the Archons, leaned forward. His voice, deep and contemplative, cut through the air. "Then let us see if he can survive what comes next."

The chamber remained silent after Orion's declaration.

Elias' smirk had vanished. Nyra's sharp confidence had dulled, uncertainty creeping in at the edges. Ares clenched his fists but said nothing. Ingrid, though composed, now watched Orion with something closer to awe than amusement.

Orion let the silence stretch.

Because at this moment, he had already won.

Then, without warning, a subtle chime echoed through the air.

The holo-displays flickered. The ranking projections, the toxin database, and every carefully placed visual that had reinforced the illusion of high stakes—dissolved into nothingness.

The chamber doors hissed open.

A voice rang out, calm yet absolute.

"The evaluation is complete."

Figures stepped forward—Academy officials. Behind them, Elite Guards, their presence a clear indication that this gathering had been under far greater scrutiny than any of them had realized.

Orion had expected this.

The silver-eyed woman at the front, her uniform adorned with the crest of the Academy's Council, regarded them with detached curiosity, as though their entire conflict had been nothing more than data points.

She regarded them with a measured gaze before speaking, her tone cool and authoritative. "You may stand down. The toxin was nothing more than a controlled stimulant."

Nyra stiffened. Elias' expression darkened. Ares let out a sharp breath, his glare shifting between the officials and the now-useless vials on the table.

But Orion did not react.

He had already suspected as much.

The woman's voice remained cold, methodical. "This gathering is part of the Academy's ongoing evaluation of Apex candidates. It has been conducted every year. And each time, the participants reveal their truest selves."

Her gaze swept across the heirs. 

Ares Petrosyan – quick to anger, reliant on force.

Elias Virellian – scheming, but predictable.

Nyra Zey'ran – bold, but rattled when faced with true unpredictability.

Renata Von Hadris – observant, but hesitant.

Ingrid Reyes – detached, yet drawn to brilliance when she saw it.

And then, there was Orion Reyes.

The silver-eyed official turned to him. "Orion Reyes. You were the first in over a decade to call the test for what it was. Explain your reasoning."

Orion let his gaze sweep across the others before he answered.

"The setup was too perfect," he said smoothly. "No five-year-olds could orchestrate a pact that manipulative. No family would risk planting such an obvious trap, because exposure would mean annihilation. "

He met the official's gaze, his voice steady. "That left only one possibility—this was a constructed scenario, meant to force us into making a single decision."

For the first time, the official's lips curved into the slightest hint of a smile. "Correct."

Elias tensed, his hands gripping the table. "Then what was the point? Was this just some experiment?"

The official's expression turned blank once more. "The test is not over. This was merely the first phase. You were given control over a scenario with limited resources, and you demonstrated the ability to see through deception."

The other heirs stiffened at the words. Even Ingrid's calm façade cracked for a brief second. Apex selection was not just a title—it was the pathway to leadership, to the highest levels of influence within the Confederacy.

The Academy had long understood a fundamental truth—power, when inherited without merit, was more dangerous than power earned. For centuries, noble families ruled through bloodlines, passing influence from one generation to the next, regardless of competency. The results were predictable: heirs who wielded authority as a birthright rather than a responsibility, making reckless decisions with consequences they barely understood. 

The Vilcadros Council, the highest governing body of the Academy, refused to entrust the future of the galaxy to those who had never been tested. That was why the Academy did not discriminate between nobles and commoners. Any candidate, regardless of lineage, could rise—so long as they proved themselves worthy.

Yet, the Council was not so naïve as to believe that equality in testing meant equality in power. Even the most exceptional commoner graduates could never match the influence of the Archon families, whose reach extended far beyond military or political spheres. These families controlled entire industries, intelligence networks, and even the financial systems that kept the Confederacy running. 

A single decree from an Archon could shift the balance of an entire star system, while an Academy graduate—regardless of talent—still had to claw their way up the hierarchy. Power was not simply a measure of skill or intellect; it was legacy, leverage, and unshakable authority.

That was why the Academy's trials were so brutal. It was not enough to be competent. Candidates had to demonstrate the ability to challenge those born into privilege, to prove they could stand on equal footing with the heirs of empires. 

Only those who could outthink, outmaneuver, and survive against both common-born contenders and noble scions were given real power. This was not just about leadership; it was about ensuring that when the time came, those in command would not crumble under the weight of their decisions. Because the future of the Confederacy could not afford to rest in the hands of those who had never earned their place.

A second voice spoke from the entrance.

Cassian Reyes.

His mere presence shifted the atmosphere. Draped in the deep burgundy attire of the Reyes family, his expression unreadable, he took a slow step forward.

Cassian let out a low chuckle. "My little star has really outdone himself."