The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the towering trees of the Darkwood Forest. Antioch and Igor, pressed deeper into the heart of this untamed wilderness. Their footsteps were barely audible on the thick carpet of fallen leaves as they followed a faint trail.

Antioch, with his mischievous grin and twinkling eyes, led the way. His steps were light, and he seemed to float through the forest, as if the very trees themselves were conspiring to assist him. Igor, a hulking giant of a God with muscles that rippled beneath his tanned skin, followed closely behind. His massive axe was slung across his back, and his keen eyes scanned their surroundings with unyielding focus.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, Antioch glanced back at Igor with a curious tilt of his head.

"So, my smelly sibling," Antioch began. "What can you tell me about the beast we're hunting?"

"It's big," Igor grumbled, his voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder. "And it's scary."

"Ah, I see," Antioch said. "But surely there must be more to it than that. What does it look like? How does it move? Does it have any weaknesses we can exploit?"

Igor grunted in response, his gaze never wavering from the shadows that danced among the trees.

Frustrated by Igor's silence, Antioch pressed on.

"Surely, my dear sibling, you have some semblance of a plan?" Antioch inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.

With a deep growl, Igor turned to face Antioch. "I do have a plan," Igor rumbled, "I plan to feed you to the beast."

"Oh, you still cannot be mad at me over that minor incident," Antioch said, his voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

But Igor's expression remained resolute, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

"Of course I am!" Igor declared with a thunderous rumble. "That minor incident is the reason why we are here!”

Antioch gave Igor a sheepish look as memories of his past misdeeds came back to him. It had all started with a seemingly harmless prank—a bit of mischief that had spiraled out of control with disastrous consequences.

He had talked Igor into sneaking into the sacred chambers of their parents and playing a harmless trick on them. But what had begun as a lighthearted jest quickly turned into a catastrophe when they accidentally unleashed a powerful spell that wreaked havoc upon the divine realm.

Their parents were furious, their wrath unleashing a punishment befitting their transgression. They were tasked with a perilous mission: to hunt down and slay the last remaining monsters of the old dark gods, creatures whose very existence threatened the delicate balance of the world.

"If you do feed me to the beast, Igor," Antioch said, "you'll be left alone with our other brothers."

Igor expression was unreadable as he considered Antioch's words. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice low and menacing.

"Perhaps I'll just feed the beast one of your arms," Igor said, his tone dripping with malice.

Antioch's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Well, that’s fair," he replied,

With that, they continued their journey through the dark and foreboding forest, the air grew heavy with the scent of pine and the distant murmur of a hidden stream. It was then that they heard it—a deafening roar that shook the very ground beneath their feet.

Antioch halted in his tracks, his senses tingling with both fear and excitement. Igor hand was already resting on the hilt of his axe. His eyes locked on a distant glimmer of moonlight reflecting off something metallic.

The roar came again, closer this time, and the ground trembled as if the beast were charging toward them. Antioch's heart pounded in his chest, but he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through his veins.

"Are you ready, little brother?" Igor inquired.

"Absolutely," Antioch affirmed. "Adventure is my calling and peril my mistress."

Igor scoffed, rolling his eyes at his brother's bravado.

Emerging from the shadows came the source of the thunderous roar—a creature born of myth and terror. The Manticore, with its leonine body and the wings of a dragon, descended upon them with the fury of a tempest. Its claws scraped the forest floor, and its eyes glowed with an otherworldly malevolence.

Without hesitation, Igor unslung his axe. He stood resolute, his massive frame a formidable wall of strength. "Stand back, Antioch," he growled, his voice like thunder.

Antioch, however, had no intention of being sidelined in this dance of danger. He reached for a pouch at his side, fingers closing around a handful of glittering dust—a concoction of magic and mischief he had prepared for just such an occasion. With a flick of his wrist, he cast the dust into the air.

The Manticore let out a furious hiss as the sparkling dust surrounded it. Suddenly, its movements became erratic, its eyes darting around in confusion. Antioch had tricked the creature with his enchanting tricks, sowing chaos in its mind.

Seizing the opportunity, Igor charged forward, his axe swinging through the air with a thunderous strike. The blade met the Manticore's hide, and a burst of sparks erupted from the impact. The creature let out a pained howl, its wings flapping in a desperate attempt to escape.

But Antioch wasn't finished yet. As the Manticore staggered back, he reached into his pouch once more, this time producing a net of enchanted vines. With a flick of his wrist, he cast it over the creature, entangling it in a web of magical flora.

The Manticore thrashed and roared, its venomous tail lashing out in a final, desperate attempt to strike its foes. But Antioch and Igor were a well-coordinated team, their movements synchronized as if they could anticipate each other's every action.

Together, they closed in on the ensnared Manticore. Igor's ax struck true, piercing the creature's heart. With one final, mournful cry, the Manticore succumbed to its wounds and collapsed.

Later that night, Antioch and Igor sat by a crackling campfire, the scent of roasting Manticore filling the air. The creature's carcass sizzled and crackled as it cooked over the flames, its meat browning to a delectable golden hue.

Antioch carefully rotated the spit over the crackling flames of their campfire, ensuring that every inch of the succulent Manticore meat was evenly cooked. The aroma of roasting flesh wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest.

As the flames licked hungrily at the meat, Antioch couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a deft hand, he impaled a juicy piece of Manticore flesh on a makeshift skewer and held it up to the fire, the fat sizzling and crackling as it dripped down into the flames. The scent intensified, filling the clearing with an irresistible aroma.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Antioch brought the savory morsel to his lips and took a hearty bite. The meat was tender and flavorful, its rich taste exploding on his tongue with each chew. He closed his eyes in bliss, savoring every mouthful as if it were the finest delicacy.

Swallowing with a satisfied sigh, Antioch licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of the cooked Manticore flesh. "Well, brother," he remarked with a playful grin, "it seems you didn’t feed my arm to the beast after all."

Igor, leaning back against a nearby tree with a contented expression, raised an eyebrow in amusement. "We've got a lot of beasts to go," he replied. "And you have a lot of limbs."

(Verse 1)

In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,

Under the cloak of night, in a perilous trance.

A roar, a tremor, a creature of dread,

The Manticore stalks with eyes glowing red.

(Chorus)

Antioch and Igor, warriors bold,

Their courage unyielding, their spirits untold.

In the face of danger, they stand as one,

Facing the beast until the battle is won.

(Verse 2)

Igor's axe, a gleaming arc of light,

Ready to strike, to unleash its might.

Antioch's magic, a shimmering veil,

To ensnare the beast, to make it frail.

(Chorus)

Antioch and Igor, warriors bold,

Their courage unyielding, their spirits untold.

In the face of danger, they stand as one,

Facing the beast until the battle is won.

(Bridge)

With a flick of his wrist, Antioch weaves,

A web of enchantment, the Manticore he deceives.

Erratic, confused, it staggers in plight,

As Igor charges forth, with all his might.

(Chorus)

Antioch and Igor, warriors bold,

Their courage unyielding, their spirits untold.

In the face of danger, they stand as one,

Facing the beast until the battle is won.

(Verse 3)

The clash of metal, the roar of the fray,

As they fight beneath the moon's gentle sway.

Entangled in vines, the Manticore's plight,

Its final moments, shrouded in night.

(Chorus)

Antioch and Igor, warriors bold,

Their courage unyielding, their spirits untold.

In the face of danger, they stand as one,

Facing the beast until the battle is won.

(Outro)

Together they stand, in a dance of demise,

As Igor's ax pierces, under darkened skies.

The Manticore falls, with a mournful cry,

As Antioch and Igor, victorious, sigh.

In the stillness of night, the battle is done,

The forest whispers secrets of battles won.

Antioch and Igor, champions of might,

Their tale echoing through the darkest night.