This is based off the oneshot by Sage of Eyes that was removed, which I have posted below.
Two blades clashed with earth-shattering force. The blow sent a veritable shockwave through the desolate, floating island in the ghost zone. Both the figures, one clad in sleek white and green armor wielding a solid White Katana, the other clad in bulky black armor wielding an enormous Black Long Sword , pressed against one another. The White Knight suddenly leapt back kicking the helmet off the Black Knight while twisting in the air.
Before the Black Knights face could be revealed the White Knight's figure pulsated with a green light and he disappeared and re-appeared in front of his much larger opponent, sending a vicious underhand slash into his opponent's torso, before re-appearing in the air and landing with a solid thud.
The Black Knight trembled in shock and immediately pressed his armored hand to his chest his dark red eyes widened in shock and his pasty blue complexion paled dramatically.
He… was bleeding.
The White Knight seemed amused as the Black Knight, stared at his own hand.
"How?" the Black Knight muttered to himself, he had never been hurt in his entire existence even with his sealing he was merely put to sleep, but his opposite had almost killed him in a single strike…
The White Knight transferred the Katana to his right hand, carving a half circle in the ground while doing so, and he outstretched his left hand toward the bleeding Black Knight. There was a sudden blinding light and an ornate black scabbard appeared in the outstretched hand.
The Black Knight looked with shock at the scabbard... it was impossible… it was supposed to be gone forever!
The White Knight stabbed the Katana into the scabbard and twin circles of light came into existence around the blade. In a sync the two circles traveled to the middle turning the scabbard White and Gold while turning the visible handle solid black.
The White Knight placed the sword at his side as he adopted a crouched pose, one hand on his sword's scabbard and the other on the hilt.
The Black Knight felt an electric sensation go up his spine as he practically felt the power flowing from the blade even from the distance he was at. He gathered the unlimited power from his two artifacts, a fiery green ring on his left hand and a black bond of metal that lay against his temple that burned of eternal fire, and channeled them into his hands. So much power formed that the very ectosphere around him began turn red much like his blasts. He had never expected for it to come to this… him, the last ghost, against one of the last remnants of humanity, fighting for the very souls of their people.
The White Knight visibly stiffened at the sight of so much power but he wasn't one to be intimidated easily after what he'd been through…
He fed more of his power into the sword, his power began to reach out and tap into Ghost Zone's ectosphere robbing it of it power and gathering it at the very tip of the sheathed sword he held. He may be risking his own life for this but … he will never let the souls of his people be used for power by this...this madman.
The Black Knight unleashed all his power. Heat and wind buffeted the White Knight as the red ectoplasmic energy coursed towards him in massive.
The White Knight lashed out, bringing the full might of his sword to bear. He whispered the swords name, bringing his anger at the death of billions to bear as he did so…
"Sourukira…"
The sword, before a piece of metal, exited the white scabbard as a flash of black lightning that met the blast of red ectoplasm, no more than a foot away from the White Knight in a millisecond.
And as the two forces touched the Ghost Zone…. the holding area… no… the home of troubled souls was washed away by blinding white light.
The vast expanse of the Ghost zone morphed as the light passed. The ever luminescent green skies became black. The rocks and portals turned to sand and were blown away covering the entire expanse with sand. The trees of the late Prince Aragon's empire were instantly petrified and the floating plateau the land was situated crashed into the merciless sands creating a great petrified forest.
As the light faded the sands began to shift.
And suddenly hands, hundreds of hands, shot out the sands and began to claw their way up. Pure white beings, so white they seemed to made of light, pulled themselves out of the sands.
Hundreds of them clambered to their feet and they all stared at the black sky in childlike wonder. Gasps of wonderment and trills of happiness were everywhere for a single second... and they all stopped... in search of the sounds the beings for the first time saw one another...
One approached another, walking toward the other being with clumsy steps. The other cocked its head as the other approached. The standing being didn't move as the walking one arrived and stared right at it.
Then… the beings... so perfect… so beautiful... began to kill one another mercilessly.
It began with the first two but it slowly began to spread through the entire congregation like a disease. The victors began to feed on the defeated, ignoring their piteous moans. Slowly but surely the center of the victims began to empty out… leaving large holes in the chests of the pure white beings.
And in the middle of it all was a pillar of clear crystal, a figure trapped within, and in front of it a sheathed solid black sword.
I will address any errors, etc, next chapter.
