Final Battle

The black-eyed soulless man stared dead into the eyes of the man whose eyes glowed a bright hue of white. They were surrounded by nothing but white emptiness everywhere. They were no longer on Earth, they had transported to the Soul Realm, no longer brimming with the life of souls as it once was, them all having been absorbed into the white-eyed man in pursuit of power. They stood still, facing each other down for a few seconds. This was the battle. The battle always written about in myths, in stories, in ancient tales. Not good vs evil, not god vs lucifer. SImply, life vs death. And yet, the battle was still of man. SImply between two men, granted the abilities of life and death. Then suddenly, the white-eyed man constructed a pair of angelic wings behind him with the life-imbued white energy, as well as a sword. The soulless man saw this and smirked, as black tendrils made of dark death energy emerged behind him, and particles formed around his arm to construct a pitch black scythe. They flew towards each other, clashing their weapons.