The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight touched the sky, Michael reached his chosen sniper nest. Nestled high in the dense foliage of a tall tree, he settled into position, taking out his crossbow crafted from the ancient centipede's collarbone. With the crossbow in hand, he kept a vigilant watch on the gala entrance.
Below, the area outside the dome had been transformed. A red carpet rolled out, flanked by vibrant flowers and elaborate decorations, all set to welcome the gods to the gala. The scene was a spectacular display of celestial grandeur.
From his vantage point, Michael noticed a blue-haired goddess leading a procession of angels clad in pink armor.
"She might be Fortuna," Michael surmised, observing her demeanor and the respect she commanded.
