| Dark Coin Champion #0630 | In the murky depths of an ancient ruins, the Dark Coin Champions clashed. #0159, clad in a Dark Knight Helm, brandished a Dark Sword crackling with Lightning Magic. #0630, with a Dragon Staff and Pirate Coat, sneered at the tribal warrior.
"Your Lightning Magic fizzles like your courage!" #0630 taunted, swinging the staff. #0159 deftly dodged, retaliating with fierce strikes. The Undead skin of #0630 seemed impervious to the tribal's blows.
"Your wretched Undead flesh is a pathetic shield," #0159 spat, unleashing a torrent of Lightning Magic. But #0630 endured, closing in with the Dragon Staff glowing ominously. In a daring move, #0630 shattered #0159's sword.
Cackling, #0630 mocked, "Your fate lies broken at your feet, Red Moon warrior." #0159, now weaponless, braced for the final blow. With a malevolent grin, #0630 delivered the finishing strike with the Dragon Staff, claiming victory in the ruins. | Dark Coin Champion #0159 |