ARES’ POV

The moment had finally arrived.

Standing before the grand, full-length mirror in my suite, I adjusted the collar of my ceremonial regalia, the sharp gold accents catching the morning light. My reflection stared back at me—stoic, unreadable. Every detail of the outfit was tailored to perfection: the fitted black suit lined with crescent silver embroidery, the heavy alpha medallion resting against my chest, and the sleek crown of authority nestled over my dark, neatly combed ...