| Dark Coin Champion #0539 | In the heart of the deserted wasteland, Golden Background clashed with Blood Background. Tribal Light Skin met Dark Skin's fierce gaze. Trident clashed with Executioner Axe, a symphony of deadly strikes. Dragon roared, Bone glared. Rags tore against Pharaoh's regal armor. "You're nothing but a weakling in shiny armor," sneered #0120. "And you, a filthy brute in stolen riches," retorted #0539. With a final blow, #0539 shattered the trident and roared in victory, while #0120 fell defeated, the blood-soaked sands bearing witness to the fallen champion. | Dark Coin Champion #0120 |