| Dark Coin Champion #0630 | In the heart of a murky swamp, Dark Coin Champion #0630, draped in tattered rags, faced #0721, clad in an Executioner Robe. The tribal dark-skinned sorcerer mocked, ???Your golden past shines no more, you decrepit undead.??? Lightning crackled as #0721 raised the Scythe. #0630 smirked, grasping the Dragon Staff. With a scarred face, #0630 hissed, ???I'll crush your feeble magic.??? The clash intensified, each strike revealing their stark contrast. As #0721's lightning faltered, #0630 pressed on, overpowering with sheer grit. With a final blow, #0630 declared, ???Your arrogance blinds you,??? emerging victorious in the vile dance of combat. | Dark Coin Champion #0721 |