| Dark Coin Champion #0630 | In the eerie depths of a misty graveyard, the Golden Dark Coin Champion #0630, clad in tattered rags, faced the Tribal Dark Skin #0721, donned in an Executioner Robe. 0630 taunted, "Your fancy Lightning Magic won't save you, peasant." 0721 sneered, "Your Dragon Staff is as feeble as you." The clash began. 0630 weaved with eerie precision, while 0721 struck with lightning fury. In a twisted dance of magic and scythe, 0630's scarred head glared with grim determination, overpowering 0721 with undying strength. As the scythe fell, 0630 whispered, "In the darkness, I thrive." | Dark Coin Champion #0721 |