Soter's vision swirled as he was transported through space and time. When he opened his eyes, he found himself amid ancient ruins, the remnants of the first city he and his siblings had ruled. The buildings were long gone, leaving only crumbling stone walls and towering pillars, but the memories of the past were still strong.
As Soter looked around, he spotted his brother, Igor, sitting on a broken throne at the end of a long corridor. Igor was a towering figure, easily twice the size of Soter. He had long, wild hair the color of dark charcoal, and a thick beard that reached down to his chest. His muscular body was covered in scars from battles long ago, and he wore a tattered fur cloak that was fastened at his shoulder with a large bone clasp.
Igor's eyes glinted with anger as he saw Soter. “Where is Antioch!” he shouts. Soter looks at Igor with a peaceful smile “Am I my brother's keeper?’”
Igor's face contorted with anger, and he snarled, rising menacingly from his ornate throne, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over Soter. "Don't play games with me, Soter," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "That is our brother's gift."
Soter met Igor's fiery gaze with a calm and unwavering demeanor. "You say it's a gift; I say it's a curse," Soter replied, his voice carrying the weight of conviction.
Igor's temper flared, and he shouted, "Is that why you are holding him prisoner?"
Soter's response was firm, their eyes locking with Igor's as they spoke, "It's why I am protecting our brother from himself." The tension in the room hung thick, a silent battle of wills between two formidable adversaries.
Igor's face twisted into a sneer, his grip on his massive axe tightening. "You are just like him, you use funny words," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I am a simple God. I have always left the clever things to my younger kin. But I am all out of patience for cleverness. Release Antioch or feel my wrath!"
The tension in the ruins escalated as Soter remained resolute, his posture unyielding. "Brother, I don't wish to fight you," Soter implored, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow. "Allow me to remind you that I once killed a giant larger than yourself armed with nothing more than a slingshot and a humble stone."
With a deliberate motion, Soter raised their hand, and in a blaze of radiant light, a flaming sword materialized in his grasp. “This my dear brother is not a slingshot,” Soter said as the room flickered with the fiery aura of the divine weapon, casting eerie shadows across the tense faces of both deities. The air crackled with the impending clash of powers, and the fate of Antioch hung in the balance.
Igor charged at Soter with his massive ax held high, its razor-sharp edge glinting in the dim light of the ruins. Soter calmly stood his ground, his flaming sword held out in front of him.
