*Kryzen*

I cursed inwardly as I fumbled with my tie, leaning forward toward the mirror conveniently placed by the front door of the guest house.

The three-hundredth anniversary of the founding of Celestial City was upon us, and Alpha Ray insisted on holding the grand celebration as planned.

“The Alpha is out of his mind,” I grumbled to Roy, who was adjusting his tie with practiced ease. “He knows what happened the last time there was a gathering of this ...