*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 magnitude. The last thing we should be doing right now is celebrating. If anything, we should be evacuating."
Roy dropped his hands once he finished with his tie and gave me a sidelong look. He messed with his hair, sweeping his fingers along his hairline. “This is actually quite a common practice for a leader and not a bad one either."
