The first man had the power of kings, gods, demons, and darkness mashed into a form the wielded all weapons within human hands. The second man was bound in rags and carried a tool of tilling.
First's skeptical impression grew as second led him far out from the heart of all this world's twisting actions. Second just smiled as he peered out at the sun from under a straw hat. "Beautiful day for farming, don't you think?" First did not respond.
There was little else on First's mind than returning to the land where fire is linked or abandoned. Still Second led on. To First time seemed meaningless in this world, but he worried that too much had passed. In fact First finally made motion to turn away.
Second didn't even notice his companion trying to abandon him, instead striking his tool into the ash. First shook his head, but Second knelt down and scooped his hands into the hole. First was intrigued in this simple act, even when he had incomparably greater duties to tend to. Second would reveal a small pile of rich black soil, in his cupped hands, pulled up from under the ashes of countless civilizations and ideals it had "destroyed."
Second laughed and placed a seed in the soil before covering it, watering it, and moving along to repeat the process.
First shook and his armor rattled. "That... None of it will last."
"Nothing does. But that doesn't mean it meant nothing."
First laughed, he laughed up into the sky until he found himself crying. The he smiled and took his weapon, forged in undying legends, and dug it through earth until a field was shaped. Then he set of for the kiln.