| Dark Coin Champion #0539 | In the eerie depths of an abandoned graveyard, Dark Coin Champion #0393 sneered at #0539. "You dare challenge me, pathetic soul?" With rage in his eyes, #0539 retorted, "Your dark magic is no match for true strength." #0393 wielded his Dark Sword, ready to cast his shadowy spells. #0539, armed with the Executioner Axe, charged ferociously. The Tribal Light Skin clashed with the Dark Skin, the Magicians Robe against the Pharaoh armor. As the battle raged on, insults filled the air. In a final blow, #0539 cleaved through #0393's defenses, triumphantly declaring, "Weakling, your darkness falters before my might." Victory belonged to #0539 in the end. | Dark Coin Champion #0393 |