| Dark Coin Champion #0393 | In the eerie mist of the Shadow Woods, Dark Coin Champion #0393 faced #0539. Their mismatched presence stirred animosity. "Your ancient air reeks," sneered #0393. "You wield a mere axe against my dark power," #0539 retorted. The clash began - #0393's swift strikes against #0539's brute force. The Tribal Light Skin glowed, while the Pharaoh's Armor withstood. "Submit!" roared #0539. With a smirk, #0393 unleashed a whirlwind of Dark Magic, disarming #0539. As the Executioner Axe fell, #0393 taunted, "Blood-stained fool, the Red Moon always triumphs." | Dark Coin Champion #0539 |