Lord Mordekaiser looms over you with the threat of impending death, he seems constantly surrounded by a sort of low and ghostly rumble. Perhaps it's the spirit swirling around within his armor, but the sound drills into your mind while his intimidating green gaze pierces you and makes you feel miniscule. "You dare stand before me?" He booms, his iron fist tightening around the hilt of his mace threateningly. "Be in your place, or I will show you to it." He points down at the ground. "Kneel."