Gala of the gods

As the sun slowly rose over the Celestial Valley, the first rays of light bathed the landscape in a warm, golden hue. The valley, a hidden gem of nature and magic, awakened to the new day. Birds, their songs a melodious chorus, flitted between the trees, and magical creatures, unique to this enchanted land, stirred from their slumber, adding to the valley's otherworldly beauty. The air was filled with the fresh, rejuvenating scent of morning dew and the lingering traces of the night's dramatic events.

Michael, standing at the mouth of the cave, turned his gaze towards the colossal skeleton of the centipede. 

"Let's go collect our prize," he said, a tone of determination in his voice.

With Vedora perched securely on his shoulder, Michael took to the skies, flying towards the giant skeleton. As he approached the remains of the centipede, his figure seemed tiny in comparison to the vastness of the beast's skeletal structure.