| Dark Coin Champion #0349 | In the eerie setting of a forsaken graveyard under a blood-red sky, Dark Coin Champion #0393, clad in Magicians Robe and wielding Dark Magic, sneers at #0349 with a disdainful gaze. #0349, standing with a sickle in hand and dark skin exposed, locks eyes with his opponent. "Your fancy robes won't save you, weakling," #0349 sneers. "A feeble weapon and feeble magic, you are no match for me," retorts #0393 haughtily. The clash begins, the sound of metal against metal echoing through the graveyard. #0393's Dark Magic dances through the air, but #0349's swift movements with the sickle evade the spells. As the battle intensifies, #0393's arrogance starts to waver. In a daring move, #0349 lunges forward, knocking the Dark Sword out of #0393's hand. "You underestimated me, fool," #0349 growls victoriously as he delivers the final blow, claiming victory over his overconfident opponent. | Dark Coin Champion #0393 |