| Dark Coin Champion #0349 | In the shadows of a haunted forest, Dark Coin Champion #0349 and #0565 faced off. #0349's dark skin clashed with #0565's light aura. The sound of the sickle against the trident echoed through the trees. "You are nothing but a weakling with that feeble trident," #0349 hissed, eyes burning with hatred. #0565 retorted, "Your sickle is no match for my precision." The battle raged on, each strike sending sparks flying. As #0349's Uni Horn clashed with #0565's Dragon headpiece, the tide turned. With a final swift strike, #0349 landed a critical blow, causing #0565 to fall to their knees. "Know your place, fool," #0349 sneered, victorious in the cursed forest. | Dark Coin Champion #0565 |