Immortal Tales: Warujie vs Koshiro

Prelude A barren wasteland somewhere deep within The Land of Earth. Vultures circle animal corpses in an eternal dance of death. Cawing, arguing over their next meal. Winds push dirt and dust like razor's to skin. Only few could survive here....Only...Immortals...

Koshiro ignored winds capable of ripping flesh from bones and gazed into the sun, lost in thought. Decades ago, almost a lifetime, Koshiro met someone. The only person capable of stalemating him by far. They promised to meet here once more for a final battle of Titans. His unique cloak symbolized power and history. It's material capable of damaging a countries economy. His eyes were solid, and his mind open. Koshiro's bangs kept his empty socket hidden, while his ponytail hung below his back.

"Such a wonderful place.." He whispered.