| Dark Coin Champion #0081 | In the midst of a misty forest under the pale glow of the Red Moon, Dark Coin Champion #0081, clad in an Elf Robe and wielding a Sickle, faced #0393 in a clash of power. #0081 mocked, "Your Dark Magic is feeble as your existence, #0393." With a sinister grin, #0393 retorted, "Pitiful Elder Dragon, your magic falters before me." The battle commenced, the Tribal Light Skin against the Uni Horn, the Dark Sword against the Sickle. Fierce blows were exchanged, shadows clashing against the fading light of the Sunset Background. As the dust settled, #0081 emerged triumphant, landing a decisive blow with a cunning strike. Gasping for breath, #0393 grumbled, "You may have won this round, but darkness prevails in the end." With a smirk, #0081 whispered, "Not this day, my rival." | Dark Coin Champion #0393 |