| Dark Coin Champion #0120 | In the heart of a mystical forest, the Waves clashed against the Golden, Undead against Tribal Light Skin. The Dragon Staff met the Trident as scarred eyes locked with those of a dragon's gaze. "Your Pirate Coat cannot hide the stench of defeat," sneered #0630. "Rags are fitting for a weakling like you," #0120 retorted. The Dragon spit fire, the Trident shimmered with power. In a swift dance, #0120 pierced through the Pirate Coat, claiming victory in a whirlwind of shadows. | Dark Coin Champion #0630 |